The leading man sized Samantha up and down wryly, and he whistled. “Little pretty thing, follow us.”

As he said that, he clenched his fists, cracking them at the same time. “What a beautiful face. We can’t bear to hurt you. If you were injured, we would be heartbroken!”

The other men let out teasing laughter.

Samantha stopped in her tracks and quickly glanced at the few men. They were all muscular and had tattooed arms. At a glance, she could tell that they were gangsters.

It seemed ...