Page 15 of Savage Grace

“You tell your boss that if he’s got an issue, to take it up with Toni. I have nothing to do with any of that shit, and I don’twantanything to do with it. Never have, never will. So I’m sorry you wasted your morning, but you are barking up the wrong fucking tree, dickhead.”

Ashe licked his lips quickly, his face in a cold and collected but curious expression. He studied my face for a little longer, as if trying to decide whether or not I was telling the truth, before he dipped his head in a quick nod and headed towards the door.

“And if I see any bikes parked out the front of my shop again I’m taking to them with a metal bat and pink spray paint,” I called after him.

That made him pause halfway out the door.

Ashe looked down at his shoes, pressing his lips together and doing a horrible job at hiding the fact that he was smiling. But he nodded anyway, drawing his brows together and trying to look serious, but avoiding my gaze.

I watched as he crossed the road, stuffing his hands into his pockets as Shag caught up to him. They stood and talked for a moment before Ashe—Henny, punched him in the shoulder, nearly bowling the man over.

The pair got on their bikes and they roared to life, revving the shit out of them obnoxiously before peeling out into traffic and disappearing.

I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my hands were still shaking. I couldn’t quite believe that I had spoken to a Redliner like that.

What trouble would that cause for The Family?

Had I just made everything worse?

I turned around, fingers grasping the edge of the counter like my life depended on it, and I closed my eyes. But when I did, that vision of him smirking up at me from between my legs flashed across my mind again.

“Fuck,” I groaned, covering my face with my hands.

I heard Larissa approach from the back room once the sound of the motorcycles faded completely. She stood next to me, putting her head on my shoulder quietly and letting out a deep exhale.

“I fucked a Redliner,” I said, mainly to myself.

“I figured that,” she said. She let out another deep breath and pushed off the counter, sauntering away. “Your brothers are gonna kill you.”

I groaned, throwing my head back.

“Tell him now, Zar. Before he finds out another way,” she said, leaning into the box of stock that I was unpacking before the men had come into our shop.

I blew out a breath, pulling my phone out from under the counter and hitting call on my brother’s name.

Not just my brother in this instance.

The Don.

5

ZARINA

Toni came barrellinginto the shop not even an hour later, flanked by three of his men.

Two, I recognised—Angel and Dimitri.

They were his go-to men, so I knew I was in deep shit when I saw them stalk in through the door.

Dimitri was probably around my age, one of the youngest in the higher ranks of The Family. He was a cheeky shit, and his mouth often got him both in and out of trouble.

We had that in common.

Angel, I didn’t know much about at all.

He was one of the silent brooding types, probably around Toni’s age and quickly approaching his mid-thirties.

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