Eddie spun on his heel, ready to bolt, but Damon’s hand clamped down hard on his shoulder before he could take a step.

“You’re coming with us,” Damon said, voice like stone.

“Get your damn hands off me!” Eddie barked, trying to twist free. His two bodyguards stormed forward, muscles tensed, ready to tear Damon apart.

Leo moved first. The first guard swung a heavy punch, but Leo slipped aside and drove his fist into the guy’s ribs. The man doubled over, wheezing, and Leo finished with a quick uppercut that snapped his head back.

The second guard lunged in, grabbing Leo by the shirt. Leo slammed his knee into...