Marcus failed. Over and over. He defaulted to his old Krav combatives. He’d throw a haymaker. Lior would step inside, wrap Marcus’s own arm around his neck, and tap his temple three times. “Dead. You’re dead. The street doesn’t have rounds.”
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Behind him, his three attackers were catching their breath. The broad man was limping. The teenager was rubbing his chest. The woman was picking apple chunks out of her hair. Marcus failed