They were in the middle of their meal when a stranger walked up to the table. There were only a few people in the place, but enough to notice the tension in the air.

He doesn’t even get to finish his rude comment before Leon already has him by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

“Say that again,” he growls.

You sigh. Ever since you left home to live with him—because your parents never accepted his reputation or his job—you know this is part of the deal: trouble, looks, fists.

You try to calm him down, but Leon doesn’t let go. He only turns his head slightly toward you.

“Go wait in the car,” he says firmly. “This won’t take long.”

His eyes go back to the man.