DAMIEN
Crack! I drop low, using the strength in my back leg to drive my punch harder into my brother Rylan Rock’s ribs. “You don’t own the west side. I do!” I shout, my voice rough with anger. There’s no backing down now, not with him. If I let up for even a second, he’ll hit me from behind. That’s what Rylan does. He’s sneaky like that.
I push my hair out of my face, squinting through the parking lot lights as I size him up. He’s furious, too mad to fight smart. I move lightly on my feet, staying in my stance, spitting out the blood that’s collecting in my mouth. My crew stands close by, watching, waiting.
“Damien, don’t hold back!” Kellan calls out, his teeth flashing in a wild grin. “You know his weak side. Light him up!” Kellan’s part of the rebellion, the small group I’ve been lea
