He rounds the car and helps me out, then pushes me toward the entrance of the club by the small of my back. Skipping the line, we stop at a wall of burly, suited men with earpieces. Tor slaps one on the chest and points at me. “See this girl? It’s Big Al’s fiancee.” The man’s eyes grow wide. “You keep an eye on her at all times, got it? Anyone touches her, you take their hand.”
