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One growled, holding the other up against the shelves.

Sidenote: I was impressed those shelves stayed. I needed to check who the manufacturer was. Good shelving was key.

“You little fuck,” the guy growled. “You don’t think I know, but I know.” He punched the other one.

The other one looked remorseful, and for a moment, I thought maybe the fight was done. He was just going to take his beating.

But then his face twisted. Fury lit him up.

Nope. The fight would continue.

“It wasn’t like that, Corvette!” he snarled, twisting and somehow slipping from the guy’s hold.

He whirled and came at him with a leap and a punch. Corvette was winded, and he fell to his knees from that one. Then with a snarl, he was up, and they were back to shoving each other around.

Not good.

They hit the one section of cans that had been left alone.

Thirty cans fell to the floor.

Lovely.

I was watching three roll past me when I heard a yelp.

A curse.

A shout.

I turned—both bikers were on the ground, and from the scattered cans, it looked like soup had won the fight. Good!

Corvette put a hand to his chest and the other to his face. Seemed he was clueing in to the fact that his face was basically all blood. The other one didn’t look any better.

He cursed and locked in on the second guy. He was winding up another hit or at the very least, a tackle.

I stepped in. “No, you don’t!”

I was too late.

He grabbed a can and prepared to hit the other guy smack in the face.

I stepped in again. “I said, no!” I kicked the can out of his hand. (I could do that. Eight years of soccer—high school and college. Thank you very much.) It was my turn to be a bit dramatic.

I knelt down on both of them. Literally. Knelt down. My knees and hands on their chests, I was thankful I’d worn pants instead of shorts to work today. I glared at them. “I don’t give a fuck how big your motorcycle is. You hit each other one more time, you’re going to regret it.”

Corvette grunted, but he didn’t smart back.

The other one grumbled, “Yeah? You gonna call the cops?”

“Worse. I’ll get you banned from Ruby’s. I’m aware how much you guys like that bar.”

Corvette hissed, touching his face. “How you going to do that?”

“She’s my mama.”

That got their attention, and I knew it was coming.

“You’re Gloves’ little sister?” Corvette asked.

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