Gracie looked up at Fallon with wide eyes. “You put peppers in his mouthguard?” Fallon shrugged. “He sucker punched your brother. He kinda earned it.” Gracie’s face turned from amused to pissed the hell off. She marched over to the practice ring, ducked between the ropes, and started punching Mateo. “Hey! Ow! Shit! She’s tiny, but she’s fierce,” he called, trying to block her hits. “Take it like a professional,” Evan called. “Don’t you hit my brother,” Gracie yelled.
