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D O M I N I C

When I walked out of Marco's place, a black Aston Martin was waiting for me outside. That's funny—because if I correctly remembered, I drove a Ferrari in here an hour ago. And it could not magically morph into an Aston Martin—cars didn't possess such powers, at least not in this century.

Frowning, I walked in that direction as a dark-suited man promptly opened the door for me, and I climbed in.

"One day this bad habit of yours is going to get you killed," I said, without making eye contact as I eased myself on the seat.

"I have so many that I lost count," said the smooth voice beside me. "But for the sake of the conversation, which one are you referring to?"

Marco was ready to cut his dick off and he was joking?

"The one where you intentionally piss off people to get a reaction out of them, Viktor," I sneered, turning to face him for the first time getting into the car.

He didn't shift at all, and instead gazed out of the window of the moving car, and watched the faint fl