*Noah's POV*
"Ten fighters," I say calmly, looking at Dominic. "That's all you brought last time."
"This time is different." Dominic grins, showing gold teeth. "Boss Marcus wanted to make sure."
I count the men positioned around the parking garage. Twenty visible. Probably thirty total.
"So which ten do you want to send first?"
Dominic's grin falters. "What?"
"You heard me. Pick your best ten." I roll up my sleeves. "Let's get this over with."
Liam laughs from behind the SUV where he's taken cover. "You're insane if you think you can fight ten trained fighters."
"We'll see."
Dominic signals to his men. Ten step forward, forming a tight semicircle. They're bigger than his previous crew. More disciplined. Professional muscle with military backgrounds.
The first one lunges at me with surprising speed. I sidestep and drive my elbow into his solar plexus. He drops instantly.
