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.

the situation spiraling out of control, Sophie stepped forward. "We're all here to have a good time. No need to

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 get

you even know who you're talking

greasy-looking men

noticed their

"Which

forward, his stance defiant. "I did. So

up, though

too scared to intervene, watched as Sophie surveyed the dozen or so men now sizing them

had indeed stirred

lips, boasted, "Everyone in this arcade is part of our crew. You should've asked around about us in Devonport! Cross us, and men will pay

"You!"

to

the man,

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