"Hey, sweetheart," a man slurred at Jeannine, a young waitress balancing a tray of steaming plates. "Bring that pretty smile over here. I need some personal service." His friends laughed, making Jeannine's skin crawl.
Before she could answer, Theo walked in. The laughter died down as he approached. "Gentlemen," he said, his voice deep and commanding, "we need to talk."
The three men stood up… something was gonna happen.
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