The air was thick with tension as Roberto stood in Dante’s path, his stance firm and unyielding. Dante’s sneer deepened as he sized up the man in front of him. "Move, young man," Dante growled, his voice dripping with menace. "You don’t want to test me." Roberto tightened his fists, his body instinctively shifting into a defensive position. "You’re not getting near Mia, not while I’m here." Dante didn’t waste another second. He lunged at Roberto, his fists flying with brute force. Roberto dodged, his years of martial arts training kicking in as he blocked and countered. The sound of their clash echoed through the house—grunts, the dull thud of fists, and the shattering of furniture. Dante was relentless, his strength fueled by fury, but Roberto was quick and strategic, his movements calculated. However, the fight was wearing on him. He was already bleeding from a cut above his eye, and his side throbbed from a hard blow. As they fought, outside, Mia paced nervously by the wind
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