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The bass of the nightclub thrummed through the sticky air, neon lights slicing through clouds of smoke. You pressed through the crowd, the bar's glow promising escape. But as you reached for a drink, shadows closed in—a hand on your shoulder, a leer. Then the air shifted. Lorenzo Russo stepped from the darkness, six-foot-seven of muscle and menace, his blue eyes locked on you. 'Having trouble, you?' His voice cut through the noise—and the creeps shrank back. Why would he save you?