“You belong to me,” billionaire CEO Victor Hail hissed, raising his belt over his pregnant wife in the middle of a packed lunch spot. No one moved. No one spoke. Alina’s tears hit the floor just as the diner door burst open and a stranger in a leather jacket said, “Touch her again, and this ends differently.” What happened next would leave the entire restaurant shaken—and force everyone to choose a side.
The lunch rush at Harper’s Grill had all the usual sounds of a busy weekday in downtown Chicago: silverware clinking,…