Drums Of War

Enzo's POV

Sweat burned the corner of my eye as I ducked beneath a vicious hook aimed straight for my temple. “Run that by me again—the Russians are sitting down with the Polish?” I grunted, pivoting on my heel.

Lorenzo followed up with a snap kick, which I deflected off my forearm with a heavy thud.

“Caught me off guard too,” Lorenzo panted, faking a jab toward my solar plexus before whipping