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 listening to you bark like dogs. And Juan, I let you off easy before, but this time, I'll turn that bruised face of yours into something unrecognizable."

Anger quickly overwhelmed Juan, and he screamed, "Rocco, tear this bastard apart! I want him in pieces!"

He had ruled the streets for over twenty years and never once had anyone pushed him this far.

Rocco's eyes turned deadly as he gripped his blade and charged at Andrew. "Kid, you're really asking for death!"

Lauren's face turned icy a