Just then, a man in a polo shirt shot up from a booth across the diner. His face flushed red with rage. “Sarah! What the hell are you doing with these people? And you, kid! Get over here!”
He started marching toward the table.
“Son,” Mike said, his voice deep and steady, “you’re going to sit back down. Your family is safe with us tonight. You will not touch them.”
The man spat, “That’s my wife and kid!”
“No,” Mike said firmly, stepping forward, “that is a mother and a child who are under our protection now. You’re going to pay your bill, walk out that door, and you’re not going to follow them. Am I clear?”
The bully looked at the wall of leather and steel staring back at him. And like most bullies, when faced with real strength, he crumbled. He stammered, paled, and retreated.
The Beginning of a Rescue
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