Shocked and winded and trying not to fight, I turn in the younger man’s arms—he’s strong for someone so lean—and I see Jake and Ben rolling around on the ground, going at it on the hard concrete street. Jake is getting the upper hand, and the look of sheer hatred emanating from his face sends chills down my body. I try to lurch forward, but Arrick keeps a tight hold, picking me up off my feet and marching away from the craziness. I squeal and struggle in protest, but it’s futile; ...