The lead man froze. He had disguised his voice, so how had this kid recognized him?
Since the ruse was blown, Brutus saw no point in wasting time. He gestured sharply to the men behind him. "Take his leg out first. We'll deal with the two women after."
At their boss's command, more than a dozen men armed with knives and steel pipes began closing in on Quinn Thorne and the two women flanking him. Meanwhile, a handful of others remained behind the Range Rover, standing lookout. If any vehicle approached, they would wave it off and force it to turn around.
The last time Quinn had fought was in that narrow alley, dealing with the street punks Spencer Vance had hired. These men were nothing like those amateurs. They were broad-shouldered, thick-necked professionals whose movements carried th
