Juan grinned maliciously at Andrew. "Not so tough now, are you? What happened to all that talk about breaking my neck? Get over here and beg me for a quick death!"

Andrew stepped forward with a weary sigh. "You East Side lots sure talk a lot of trash, don't you?"

Rocco and Juan froze, stunned by his words. In front of hundreds of East Side gang members, this guy was not just unafraid—he was openly mocking them.

"If you're going to do something, do it," Andrew said coldly. "I'm tired of lis