Phoenix watched as Memphis and Markus went head-to-head in the ring. He knew that none of their enemies would survive the two known as Scrapper and Dragon. Even without Red to keep them pumped and pissed off, the muscle of the crew did what was needed to win.
He heard the main door open and close before the familiar thump of his father and uncle’s steps on the concrete floor of the Underground echoed around him. His cousin Dawn-Tae’s people were also working with the three teens. They were coaching the boys through the task of keeping their heads in the game as much as possible. While the threat that anything could happen hung over their collective heads, they knew there was nothing more they could do until the Dove King gave them the green light.
“Damn it!” Mark cursed as Memphis overpo
