Milena watched them clash like two storms colliding.

No hesitation. No holding back.

Rafael was a blur—faster than Leonard remembered. Every strike was brutal, precise, like he’d been waiting for this fight his entire life.

Their fists met, their bones cracked, and their snarls echoed like monsters in a cage.

Both were skilled; no one would know who was stronger among the brothers.

Leonard went for Rafael’s throat with a wild hook, but Rafael ducked and slammed his elbow into Leonard’s ribs, sending him staggering back and coughing blood.

Leonard smirked, wiping the blood off his face with the back of his hand. “That all you’ve got, little brother?”

Rafael...