NOVARIA'S POV
"You bastard!" Marcus roared, his voice echoing through the basement. "I'm going to kill you!"
The room exploded into chaos.
Marcus staggered from the knife wound lodged in his side, but the injury wasn't enough to stop him. If anything, it only seemed to make him angrier.
Fredo barely had time to react before Marcus launched himself at him.
The two men crashed into the floor. A table overturned, chair shattered and fists flew. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed throughout the basement.
I flinched at every impact.
Marcus was bleeding, but he was still bigger and tronger than Fredo.
Within seconds, he managed to pin Fredo beneath him. The knife that had been buried in his side was now in his hand.
Blood stained the front of his white suit, spreading across the ex
