Ludovico stopped his steps without being able to control his nerves, Marcos' face was a mask of absolute cruelty, he looked everywhere trying to ask someone for help, although he knew that no one would help him, because even the bodyguards were afraid of his nephew, so his only way out was to try to convince him that it was an unpremeditated act, only then he could avoid being beaten, however, his posture did not bode well.

”Wait, Marcos! Please excuse me. You can't hit me without knowing my reasons. Your wife attacked my mother, how do you think a son feels when he sees that situation? I didn't think about the consequences, I just reacted out of instinct," the man cowardly justified himself.

“Really? Did you react on instinct? “asked Marcos, rolling up his sleeves to his elbows. Then I'm going to let my instincts take over right now," he said sarcastically.

Without waiting another minute, he grabbed Ludovico by the collar of his shirt with one hand, while the other he wielded it and