Piece by piece, Castillo’s empire was being brought down. I watched the fight with interest as I noted the different fighting styles. We’d been trained to fight quick and clean. A shot to the brain or heart. If need be, we’d use our knives to end a life the best way we could. Devil’s Reach liked it up close and personal, their kills more violent and bloody. I cringed when Trigger and Brick came at one guy and sliced his neck open on both sides, and blood spewed. Rail had given up on his guns, and his knife flashed as he threw it expertly at a guard who tried to run. He pulled it from his back then wiped it on his pantleg. He’d lost his suit jacket somewhere, and his white shirt was stained red.
Grim liked to use his hands. He snapped necks in practiced moves and chopped with his hands at
