Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

Hearing Sandy's voice, Angelo bolted in her direction without a second thought.

Sophie was right on his heels. As they entered, they saw Sandy being hassled by a group of middle-aged goons.

Sandy, dressed in a blue and white checkered mini skirt with her golden curls cascading down her back, looked every bit the spoiled princess from a wealthy family.

Sophie couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern. Sandy's outfit was practically a beacon for unwanted attention in a place like this. Any hope of keeping a low profile for their investigation was now out the window.

"Back off, all of you!"

Angelo stepped in front of Sandy, his imposing six-foot frame and straight posture instantly commanding attention.

"Brother! They dared to touch me! Cut off their hands! I want them fed to the dogs!" Sandy fumed.

Angelo's initial bravado caught in his throat as he noticed the thugs' expressions darkening.

Sandy had often spouted such threats abroad without consequence, but this was Devonport. Here, such boldness could easily earn them a beating.

forward. "We're all here to have a good

of makeup, smirked. "Oh, another hero, huh? Pretty, too. How about you and your

Sandy snapped. "Do you even know who you're

six greasy-looking men

Sophie noticed

"Which one of

stepped forward, his stance defiant. "I did.

arcade, other men stood up, though a

as Sophie surveyed the dozen or so men

stirred up quite

part of our crew. You should've asked around about

"You!"

unable to

slap the man,