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Darren immediately jumped on him, settling on Enzo’s chest and pinning his shoulders with his knees. He slammed his fists into Enzo’s face, wetting his knuckles with blood, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone and teeth with each blow. Horrible pleasure washed through Darren. He never, ever admitted to liking this part, but he did. His blood rushed faster, and his vision narrowed into hard little points, and there was nothing except the body beneath him, desperate and straining for escape.

Enzo writhed beneath him, finally bringing his leg up far enough, and hard enough, to connect with Darren’s back. It was just enough to knock Darren off center, and Enzo got an arm free. He drove his fist into Darren’s solar plexus. His breath stopped. Pain erupted in his chest. And Enzo pushed him off, rolling onto Darren’s body to hold him down. Enzo’s fist looked the size of a picnic ham as it rushed to Darren’s face.