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               Never fight.
    Fighting never brings about anything good. Whether it’s professional fighting, or bar fights, fighting is not the way to solve anything. There is no winner in a boxing match, there are definitely no victors in MMA, because both people end up getting the shit knocked out of them. The only way they decide a winner is by who can stay vertical the longest. It’s insane, why someone would want to willingly get the shit beat out of them, but people do it. Not for me. Ever.
               No falling in love.
    Ever. I know my genes, I know what I could turn in to. There is no reason to subject any female to the kind of monster I could become.
    That’s it. Three main rules that I live by, and they couldn’t be easier to follow. I never have had the urge to fight, I’d like to think I’m a genuinely nice guy, and I’ve absolutely never even had the urge to be in a long term relationship with a woman. Never. That is, not until Red walked into my fucking life and turned things upside down. It wasn’t until she graced my vision with her bright red spiky hair and glowing hazel eyes that my mind started playing out a future that I didn’t want and definitely didn’t need.
    The discussion in the back room seems to have heated up. I’m standing almost at the door to the bar, the only person in here right now, and I’m not sure if I should go back there and check things out or if I should leave. Instead, I don’t fucking move. Wrong fucking choice, because three seconds later all hell breaks loose.
    It starts with a loud crash, then more yelling. I thought it was just two dudes in there, but now I’m thinking otherwise. I see who I assume is the manager storm out of the room first, followed by...oh shit. Red. It’s fucking her! Damnit!
    “Stop! Randy would you fucking stop walking away and let me explain?!” She screams after him, not taking her eyes off his back as he storms off. I’m not sure if she knows I’m here or not, and I’m honestly afraid to move.
    “Gwynn, that was the last straw. You have been flaky for the last three years around here. I get it, you had a loss. Well we all have hard times. Find another bar to drown your sorrows in. You’re out!” He points towards the door, towards me, but neither of them make a move. She starts laughing, walking slowly towards him and stops an inch from his face. Shit she’s insane! That dude is ten times bigger than her and angry as piss. I’m too far away to stop him if he wanted to grab her, but it didn’t look like he was making a move.
    “Don’t fucking forget who I am, Randy. You kick me out, the money flow stops. I’ll take it to another bar, another ring, but you will FUCKING listen to me. I haven’t had a drop since he died and you know it. That night had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with me protecting a friend. Stop being a twat and leave me to my bar.” She laughs at his earlier comment as if he didn’t just fire her. He’s pissed, and I’m still standing here, like a deer in the headlights.
    As soon as the words come out of her mouth, he raises his hand so fast I almost miss it. He was primed to strike, but before his hand makes it to her she has it twisted and behind his back.
    “Don’t fucking mess with me. Go home, sleep it off. I’ll be here keeping your dingy ass bar afloat.”
    She shoves him and he trips his way to the door, huffing past me, muttering obscene words towards her. I think I’m in shock. Tiny is actually tough! And holy SHIT if that isn’t hot!
    “Enjoy the show?” She asks as she takes her jacket off and stores it under the bar. Shit, I’m still standing here aren’t I? Fuck, now I need words.
    “Uh, sorry. Just making sure he wasn’t giving you a hard time.” Fuck Eddie, grow a pair and talk to her! Maybe if I took her upstairs for a quick fuck I could get her out of my system.
    “Sure. He does. Nothing I can’t handle.” She shrugs,