The Mafia's Reluctant Bride
Sandro snarled, one hand gripping Ace’s collar, the other swinging punches that split skin.
Ace fought like an animal, kneeing Sandro in the ribs, clawing for his gun. CRACK—Sandro’s head snapped sideways from a vicious punch, but he didn’t let go. They grappled for control, rolling across the ground until Sandro pinned him—one arm pressing the mask hard against the floor.
For a split second, Sandro’s fingers hooked under the edge of Ace’s mask, yanking hard.
Ace snarled and lashed out with a vicious kick, the heel slamming into Sandro’s ribs. The impact forced him back a step, air rushing from his lungs.