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“Girl.” Larissa shook her head, picking up a box of stock to move to the shelves. “You are in desperate need of a fucking hobby.”

I bit down on the inside of my lip.

“We don’t need to drink. We could just go out and dance.”

“Yeah, right,” she laughed again. “Last time you said that, we ended up in fucking Coburg with?—”

The door buzzer cut her off, and we both turned towards it. The two bikers from across the street strode in, looking around as casually as they could pretend to in a lingerie store.

The one with the beard poked at a corset that hung on display by the door, rubbing the fabric between his fingers with a confused scowl.

I narrowed my eyes at the bigger one, the younger one. I knew his face.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

It took him a little longer to register, but I caught the moment when he realised who I was and stiffened.

“Can I help you?” Larissa snapped.

“Are you Zarina Santino?” the bearded bloke pointed at her.

Larissa continued to chew her gum with an irritating smacking noise, scrunching up her face as she ran her eyes over the two men. “No,” she eventually offered.

“Penny, right?” the younger one smirked finally, gesturing towards me.

“Penny?” Larissa barked a laugh. “Jesus. You and your bullshit.”

I shot her a deathly glare, hoping that she could read on my face just how much I wanted her to shut the fuck up, before I returned my attention to the guy.

“Ashe?” I crossed my arms, trying my best to look like I wasn’t freaking out.

Was he?

Couldn’t be.

Had I actually slept with a…

“Ashe?” the older guy chuckled heartily. “You told her your real name?”

The big one glared at the older one because his laughter carried on a little too long. But the chuckles soon came to an abrupt stop once the older, and obviously not-so-bright one realised what was going on.

“Wait,” he reached towards Ashe’s shoulder. “Henny. Did you?—”

“Don’t.”

“Henny, did you fuck a Santino?”

“Enough. Get out, Shag,” Ashe snapped.

The older guy, Shag, did as he was told and left, but he giggled like a schoolgirl the whole way out the door.

“Oh my god,” Larissa put a hand to her mouth to hide her own smile.

“You’re a Redline Angel?” I asked in my most casual tone.

“And you’re a Santino?” he arched a brow.

“Larissa, go do some stocktake out back.”