“Come on, baby,” the guy purrs. He reaches out to touch Bridget, and a tattooed arm appears between Bridget and me. “You fucking touch her, and I’ll rip your goddamn esophagus out,” Alexey growls. He steps between us, causing Bridget and me to separate. Dmitri appears on my other side, blocking me from the rest of the guys. Alexey’s hand flexes as the guy splutters for breath.
