The vicious kick glanced off his injured ribs and Jake let the wave of pain wash over him as he lay curled on the floor. He was no stranger to a beating, but he’d had a few too many lately. At least this man was an amateur, which gave Jake some hope. The blows were enthusiastic but not well-executed, and from what he’d heard about some criminal gangs in Jamaica, he could be in a lot more trouble right now.
At least Morgan had made it out. Two of the men had gone after her, leaving him with one young man and Desomond, who stood in the corner watching the beating with narrowed eyes.
They were in a concrete room in the basement of a house only a few blocks from the synagogue, definitely soundproof and clearly used for this kind of ‘discussion,’ judging by the blood spots on the floor. There
