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It was Sam.

I wanted to be with him more than anything.

When I knew that our deal was over, that I was no longer bound by our arrangement to spend time together, I thought I was relieved but I was more so disappointed.

Just like him, I had ignored what was so obvious.

But it didn’t matter any more. He was here, and he was right.

He was my best friend.

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Epilogue

Livie

“No peeking,” I snapped, as Sam’s fingers reached up for the blindfold.

“Well, hurry up,” he whined.

I pulled him along by the hand down the road. Toni and Rome stood side by side with matching smirks on their face.

Danny and Zeke were already inside, looking around and admiring all of the new equipment.

Sammy would be the last one to see it finished.

“Alright, you big baby,” I said, letting go of his hand. “You can look now.”

He smiled and lifted the blindfold from his eyes, and his mouth dropped open as he saw his new workshop for the first time. All the plans had been drawn up by him, but what he didn’t know - was that Toni, Rome, and I had all conspired had it built before he even knew about it.

We let him think that it would take months longer than it did, all to protect the secret. We all knew that our Sammy didn’t like surprises, but we didn’t care.

“What do you think?” Toni asked, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

“She’s gorgeous,” he mumbled, taking small steps towards it.

Antoni rolled his eyes, “do you have to assign a gender and name to everything?”

“Yes,” Sam whispered without looking at him.

Rome chuckled and shook her head and we all followed behind Sam as he inched closer to his brand new shop.

The metal was shiny and new, and the sign atop the building read “Sammy’s” in bright red letters. No longer “Santino Mechanical”, this was all his.

He was not just the Santino brother, he was Samuel.

And he was wonderful.

I smiled up at him as his eyes traced every line and edge of the building, completely in awe. The shed was double the size of his last one, and in a much more secluded part of the industrial estate.

Precisely, it was exactly where the old Redliners warehouse once stood.

It was a big ‘fuck you’ to the bikies who had cost him his last shop.

Now they would have to look at it constantly.

We entered through the large front door and I thought he may actually squeal like a girl at the sight of the three new hoists - one for each of them.

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