Copper doesn’t tap out, even though he can barely block Roman’s punches anymore. One right after the other, Roman descends his fists onto his prey. People with eyes filled with bloodlust wince, but they don’t look away from the massacre. And I realize in an instant, as I avert my gaze from the fight, the Bratva aren’t the only ones who are pissed. Ares is a nobody around here, and he just proved everyone wrong.
