The guys had been waiting for her. Big and stupid but most of all mean, and that made them dangerous. They thought they'd handled the Smith Derek problem, but the guy was like a cockroach that wouldn't die. The only thing he did seem to take seriously was when this pretty blonde thing got tossed around.
They waited until she was at her car to circle, effectively keeping her from getting inside or getting away.
"Hello, sweetheart," the leader said in a thick Brooklyn accent. Large and beefy, he stood favoring one leg because of the damage Smith had done to his other just a few weeks ago.