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“Rancid left you something.” Nitro stood up and walked to the back of the room and opened a door. He disappeared inside and returned a few minutes later with a large box, one that would hold an expensive dress. He placed the box on the table in front of Jake and sat down again. Jake opened the box and pulled out the black leather jacket. It felt heavy in his hands and he turned it over. On the back, etched onto the leather, was a burning phoenix with his road name, ‘Wrath’, beneath it. Jake swallowed the lump away and looked at Bandit.

"You can...you can change. I'll have Amber bring you some clothes for the gift. It's a surprise that I pray Amber doesn't reveal it to you. That girl is such a chatterbox." "She is over a hundred years old and not a girl," Lyne told him casually and he looked at her wide-eyed. "She told you that?" "So much a secret for someone who is a chatterbox." She turned to go to the washroom but not missing his last reply. "Don't tell her I said so, okay?" She laughed and took her bath quickly. On getting back to the bedroom, she could see silver and black leather jacket, black pants, black belts with a golden head of a Wolf head design, then a pair of black pumps stood erect by the foot of the bed.

James couldn’t help but grow incredibly self-conscious as the man examined, manipulated, and measured every inch of his body. James heaved a great sigh of relief as finally the man put up the measuring tapes, stopped pinning the jacket, and made the last notations on his clipboard. Sliding the coat off of James’s shoulders, Alexander said, “There we are. You can step down now.” He gave Blakeney a big toothy grin. “It’s still quite cold outside. Are you sure he’ll be warm enough? I wouldn’t want this young man to freeze.” Blakeney smiled and shook his head. “You drive a hard bargain, Alexander, but I’ll go ahead and add a nice pea coat to the order—under one condition.”

Jewelry sat under its lights in the display cases. I looked at all of it. The gowns, the jewelries, the soft lights reflecting against glass displays, and the showroom with Monochrome’s name stretched across the front wall. The noise faded around me for a second. Weeks ago, this had only existed as sketches, fabric samples, late nights, and impossible conversations. Now it was here in New York and Monochrome had finally arrived with it. My phone buzzed in my hand. It was Wyatt. ‘How’s my fiancée handling New York?’

Jenny turned her head to the back and saw a tall and handsome fair-skinned guy wearing ripped jeans, an unbuttoned plaid shirt that serves as a blazer over a white shirt, and white sneakers, wearing a backpack. “Meh! One look and I can see that he’s a womanizer!” Jenny commented. The guy reached out his hand to the guy next to him and put his arm on the other side of his shoulder as they’re discussing the menu. After a few seconds, a tall, dark, and handsome guy wearing the same white shirt as that Kevin was revealed to her view. However, this one is wearing a denim blazer, black jeans, and white sneakers. He was also wearing a backpack on his back, with a tube art roll blueprint bag on the

“She knew that jacket well enough to warn you to stay away from him.” “I noticed. There could have been a dozen other guys who have a jacket like this,” I said. “No. That’s a Givenchy leather jacket. Retails for six thousand dollars. There’s only one guy on campus who wore that jacket on ordinary days,” she said. “Zachary,” I murmured. “Are you dating him?” I wish! Excuse me! Did I just think that? Did I seriously wish that I was dating my brother? Well, we’re not blood related, but still…

"Your jacket, Mr. Thorne." He glanced at my tennis skirt, then back at the jacket. "I don't want to wear it. Just hold onto it." "I have to play, sir. It might be awkward to carry." Carter looked at me, then at the jacket, realizing the practical issue. "Right. Fine. Just tie it around your waist or something." I took the expensive fabric and knotted the sleeves around my hips. The oversized blazer draped down almost to my calves, shielding my legs from the wandering eyes of the club members.

She had the most mysterious air around her compared to everyone around him. Nyx had long, golden blonde hair that flowed over her shoulders, a clear contrast to the icy sharpness in her piercing blue eyes. She wore a sleek, fitted black leather suit, tailored to perfection for both mobility and intimidation. Julian could see that she had this look in her eyes, that was cold, assessing, like she was always aware of the threats around her and ready to neutralize them. Julian’s gaze lingered on Nyx as he tried to understand what kind of role she played at this firm. It wasn't hard to deduce that she was either Vera's assistant or security guard.

“No. Ew. Too frilly. Definitely not. Is this a blanket? Who picked these… Rosa’s dead aunt? Wait…back up. LEATHER. Bottom rack. Behind the church choir outfits.” “I’m not even in the damn choir!” I snapped. But my hand was already moving, reaching down despite everything. There it was. Black, matte leather pants. Laced up the sides with enough edge to scream I’m free and I bite at the same time. Nyxara made a satisfied noise that was entirely too sensual. “Yesss. Now pair it with that cropped black tank. You know, the one Rosa tried to hide behind the bulky sweaters.” I found it. Tossed it on the bed. Boots followed. A charcoal jacket with silver buttons sealed the look.

“And don’t waste my time with recycled trends.” “Yes, sir. Right away.” A few minutes later, she returned with a rolling rack of carefully chosen pieces. I stood, brushing past her, eyes skimming the materials. Midnight blue. Deep burgundy. A charcoal suit with a subtle diamond weave. Obsidian silk with custom onyx buttons. I pulled a black jacket from the rack, ran my fingers along the seam. Then I stopped. The cut was off. The shoulders didn’t sit with dominance, they caved in slightly.