The man with the thick mustache gritted his teeth, lowering his voice. “Let’s end this. All at once. We’re not letting him walk out of here.”
“Boss, we can’t let him off the hook. We break him today,” one of the men growled.
The square-jawed man nodded sharply. Instantly, the burly men around him spread out with silent understanding, forming a tight circle around Ethan Cole.
Ethan raised a brow. So that’s how we’re doing this?
A small laugh escaped him. “Didn’t get beaten enough the first time?”
He drew his stance back into the basic footwork he’d learned earlier that morning at the Iron Ridge Training Lodge, ready for another round.
Then a calm, airy voice drifted into Ethan’s ear—clearly not spoken aloud.
> “The three moves I taught you are simple, but their variations are endl
