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.

Sophie stepped forward. "We're all here to

and down despite her casual clothes and lack of makeup, smirked. "Oh, another hero, huh? Pretty, too. How about you and your sister keep us company tonight, and we'll call i even? Otherwise, things might

you!" Sandy snapped. "Do you even

six greasy-looking men leered

noticed their

but chuckle. "Which one of you touched

blond thug stepped forward, his stance defiant. "I

men stood up, though a few savvy patrons

as Sophie surveyed the dozen or so

indeed stirred

cigarette dangling from his lips, boasted, "Everyone in this arcade is part of our crew. You should've asked around about us in Devonport! Cross us, and

"You!"

unable to

slap the man, but