"I'm shaking in my boots."
Iggy stepped closer to Liam. Looked down at him.
He was taller. Not by much. Maybe three or four inches. But enough to make Liam have to tilt his head up slightly to keep eye contact.
Iggy's half-closed eyes stayed on him. Studied him. Like he was trying to figure out if Liam was serious or just stupid.
"You said something about playing on my own fucking terms?"
"Yeah," Liam said. "Are you scared?"
Iggy's mouth pulled into a small smile. The kind that didn't reach his eyes. "Oh, man. I'm impressed. Really. But even if you beat me, my guys won't just let you leave. Shit doesn't work like that."
"Are you going to accept my challenge or not?"
The smile widened. Just slightly. He looked back at the crowd. Three hundred people watching. Waiting. Then he looked at Liam again. "Well, I was the one who didn't want to talk. So let's fucking fight."
He raised both hands in the air.
The warehouse erupted.
"Let's fucking go!"
"Tear him apart, boss!"
