He threw himself on top of him at once, trying to pin him and gain control, but Enzo was stronger.
Much stronger than he could ever be.
In one violent movement, Enzo twisted beneath him, reversed their positions, and drove Adrian onto his back.
Then he started punching him, There was no hesitation in it. No mercy.
No trace of the brother Adrian had grown up with.
Enzo's face remained cold, hard, completely stripped of emotion as his fists slammed into Adrian over and over again. It was not the kind of beating one brother gave another in anger. It was not even the kind of violence born from wounded pride.
It was punishment. Raw and merciless.
Adrian's head snapped to the side with each blow. Blood burst from his mouth, smeared across his cheek, splattered across Enzo's knuckles.
The crowd cried out in horror, especially the noblewomen and younger ladies who turned away, unable to keep watching.
But Enzo kept going.
