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I am a disgrace.

“Cat got your tongue?” He walks toward me. “Try not to drool too much.”

He reaches out and closes my mouth, which had been hanging open without me realizing it.

My eyes widen in pure embarrassment. I need to get myself together.

Now, or I'm going to lose it.

“Tsk.” I scoff. “I'm not drooling. The tuxedo suits you, and I've never seen you wear one before. That's all. It's just... surprising.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he purrs before walking over to the gigantic mirror.

He looks himself over, then returns to me in an instant, bends down, wraps an arm around my waist, and pulls my flush against his chest.

“I'm ready to fuck everything up.”

CHAPTER 56

Evren

The Perfect Girl - Mareux

Crimson Velocity's warehouse is vast, dimly lit, and built for function rather than comfort.

Shipping containers, stacked crates, and towering metal shelves form narrow aisles leading to reinforced offices and secure holding rooms.

I've gang members posted at every entrance while others move merchandise between loading bays and storage areas.

This is where my gang negotiates its biggest deals, stores valuable cargo, and brings in the people who owe us credits.

Two days ago, I came back to Crimson's garage with the suit stuffed into some tiny fucking bag. They told me I just had to open it, and the clothes would unfold on their own, perfectly wrinkle-free.

I wonder how the fuck that thing even works. Shouldn't the clothes come out all balled up instead of perfectly wrinkle-free?

Upper Layers rich-people bullshit.

Riven paid for it, of course she did. I ain't paying for a suit I'll wear once.

That thing cost more than my adrenal booster, and that already costs me fifteen thousand credits.

When I almost punched the tailor—again—he told me the price was because of the organic materials. The best quality I could ever imagine.

No shit, man.

Given the price she paid, it better be worth it.

Riven scolded me like a fucking child and flicked my implant, trying to calm me down.

It didn't.

I threw her over my shoulder and stalked out, determined to spank her ass.

She bit my neck so hard I've still got the fucking teeth marks.

I can't wait for tonight’s ball so I can give her parents a fucking heart attack—or better yet, rip their hearts out while I'm fucking their daughter.

That's a good plan.