"You want to talk rules?" I grabbed a fistful of his hair and wrenched his head back so he had no choice but to look me in the eye.
"Let me teach you how rules work where I come from."
I backhanded him across the face. Half a tooth spun through the air and clattered to the floor.
"Harry! Anyone tries to stop us, break their legs!"
"Yes, sir!"
The Dunn brothers drew their weapons, every pair of eyes burning with menace.
The Harding bodyguards were well-trained, but standing against a pack of men who'd spent their lives dancing on the edge of a blade, their nerve crumbled in an instant.
I stepped over Quinton's body and shielded Bruno and Thomas as we pushed toward the exit.
Irene shrieked behind us, hysterical: "Call the police! Call the police right now! Have these thugs arrested!"
I didn't even turn around.
The moment we cleared the Harding estate, the SUV roared to life and tore out of there.
"Our private hospital! Now!" I shouted from the back seat.
Thomas slumped against my shoulder. His face was white as paper, his breathing so faint I could barely feel it.