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 d**k off and he was joking?
"The one where you intentionally piss off people to get
