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she gives me shows she doesn’t appreciate me stepping to his defence. I hold my hands up in mock surrender. “I know he doesn’t because I just told him and he had no fucking clue. He looked upset and was murderous when he left.”
    “He doesn’t remember? Please. I know he remembers sleeping with me, the way he’s had the guts to look at me like he wants to fuck me again says it all.” Her hands have balled into fists at her side and her face is turning red.
    “Calm the fuck down, Gem. He may remember shagging you but he doesn’t remember what he said. Cut him some slack and get off your damn high horse, woman.” I throw my free hand in the air and go back to my station, drinking my hot coffee as I go.
    Don’t get me wrong, I love the girl to pieces, but she has a tendency to over think shit and then over analyse that shit at the same time, leading her to exactly where she is right now. Stuck in the past, in her head with the same bullshit that’s been eating at her for months. She should have just spoke to him and got it over with. She’s a stubborn bitch but most of the time I wouldn’t have her any other way.
    “I’m sorry, Car. I’ve been real pig-headed and a stubborn douche bag. But, his words hurt me. I just want an apology and I may just leave it at that and never let his dick near my hole again.” I shake my head because I know for a fact that if they sorted this out, she would jump back into bed with him quicker than she can say suck-a-dick.
    “Let’s just drop it for today, yeah?” She nods her agreement and goes back to the front of the store. Moments later, I hear the rustling of the bag and my stomach growls in response. Skipping breakfast probably wasn’t the best idea ever. 
    The tantalising smell of bacon butties fills the air and my stomach takes my legs to where it’s coming from. Good god they smell good.
    “Wondered how long it would take for your stomach to come searching.” She eyes me over the edge of the food, and I can see the laughter in them.
    “You know me better than I do sometimes. How did you know I wasn’t on some diet or my stomach wanted to be stubborn?” I reached into the bag for the other wrapped bun and make quick work of removing the packaging. I moan when I take the first bite, the taste makes my mouth water more than the smell. “Let me guess…” I say, round a mouthful of food. “Lorena’s Café?” She nods in affirmation and I think I love this girl just a little bit more.
    “Where else would I go? She makes the best food and the best damn coffee I’ve ever had in my life,” Gemma mumbles as she licks her fingers. “So, who’s next in today? No more surprises?”
    “Clara will be here in about fifteen minutes or so, then Franco and Benji are coming in at the end of the day. I have a fight this evening too by the way. You gonna come cheerlead for me?” I give her a bright smile and bat my eyelashes. It’s not really warranted when she knows my anxiety eases when she’s in my corner at a fight.
    “I wouldn’t miss it, babe. I better get these sketches done for Franco and Benji, I have the description to work on thankfully.” She tosses the rubbish in the bin in the corner and rolls the chair to her work station on the other side of the room. I won’t hear a word out of her now until she’s done.
    Franco and Benji are my cousins. We’re bred from half Italian, quarter American and quarter British. Our fathers are brothers, who were born and raised in the countryside of Italy back in the 1950’s. They fled here during a time when the government were battling for power and life there became unbearable. My mother is English but my grandparents are full-bred American who live on the golden coast of California. The Italian side is riddled with messed up power, unorganised shit that destroys families. Mother is one of those woman that obeys their men and I can’t stand the pair of them. Whereas Franco and Benji stay in contact with the