I shake my head, already tired of it.
Hex tips her bottle toward the mess behind me. “Wouldn’t be a proper biker bar without a little blood and bruises every now and then.”
I glance across the room and spot Echo perched on a stool at the far end of the bar, casually eating popcorn like he's watching some midnight movie instead of two grown men punching the hell out of each other.
Most of the guys are cheering, hooting, throwing bets across tables. It's fun for them. For me, it's enough.
I push through the crowd and step between Ghost and Glitch just as Ghost winds up for another swing. I grab his arm and shove Glitch back with my free hand, planting myself between them.
“That’s enough,” I snap, my voice raised so every dumb bastard in the room can hear it.
A chorus of groans and comp
