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Andres nods. “I’ve got you. I’ll run Lucy tonight.”

Lucy. Our AI surveillance spider. The most dangerous bitch on the web. She’s already infiltrated 80% of the targets I marked, including government backdoors, mafia blacklists, and encrypted family archives.

“There should be enough information to make things clearer.” he adds as we both step into the chaos that is CURSED, bloodied but not broken.

Serena’s eyes find me as saying that she’s shocked, it’s an understatement.

“What happened to you?” she says, her voice soft but laced with worry as her fingers trail gently along the bruises on my jaw. Her touch is featherlight, like she's afraid she might break me.

If she only knew.

She’s fucking cute. That kind of cute that doesn't go away, the kind that disarms you. Makes you want to put the world on fire just so she can feel warm.

I don’t answer. Instead, I pull her in by the waist and crush my lips against hers. I’ve had her for one month and six days, and it still isn’t enough. It will never be enough. Every time I kiss her, I want it deeper, rougher, harder. I want to taste her until she forgets her name and only remembers mine. I want to leave a mark, not just bruises on her hips, but me, embedded into her soul.

She melts into me, arms snaking around my neck, giving me full access to her mouth. Her lips part, sweet and eager, and I devour her, tongue meeting tongue, breath merging, my cock twitching as her soft body presses into mine. I nip at her bottom lip, and she gasps.

My blood runs hot.

“Can you not fuck our friend in front of us?” someone snaps.

It’s the brunette. She’s got that tone, judgmental, like she’s never been kissed properly in her life. I ignore her, grabbing Serena’s ass through that little skirt of hers and deepen the kiss, making her moan into my mouth.

“We’re not into voyeurism, you know?” comes another voice. Sienna. Arms crossed, expression unimpressed. Classic.

We break the kiss, and Serena’s cheeks flush bright red. She's shy, but I know her body, she liked it.

“I am.” That’s Andres. I turn to him, shocked to find him not brooding in the background for once. He’s got a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, and his eyes are locked on Sienna like he wants to devour her whole. She either blushes or goes crimson with anger, it’s hard to tell which. Probably both.

And then it begins.

Serena tugs on my hand gently, pulling me forward. I know what this is, introductions. Fuck me.

“Girls, this is Lorenzo, my—” she hesitates, flustered, “—good friend.”

I pause.

Good friend?

I hear Andres snort behind me. I resist the urge to elbow him in the ribs.

Serena looks like she wants to disappear. I raise a brow at her, amused but also slightly offended.

“You two almost had sex in a public place with four witnesses,” Sienna deadpans.

“Lorenzo Moretti,” I say, giving them a tight nod. But then I add the one thing that matters. “Serena’s man.”

I wrap my arm around her waist possessively and kiss her on the cheek. She blushes deeper, and her friends exchange glances, genuine smiles, except for the brunette. She glares at me like I stole her credit card.

“I’m Kylie.” The one with silver hair steps forward. Pretty face, confident eyes. She gives me a look like she’s sizing me up. I nod politely.

“Clara,” says the brunette. Her tone is flat. Cold. Yeah, I don’t like her.

“You’re working here?” I ask, just to keep the peace. I’m trying. I don’t know why I want them to like me, but I do. Maybe because Serena would be happier if they did. Maybe because I want her to feel like I fit into every part of her life.

“Yes, I’m the new dancer. Just started two days ago.”

I knew that. Lev mentioned her. Said she wasn’t just hot, he described her as a siren. Someone who makes you want to burn your morality just to see her dancing. Dramatic fucker. Like he has some morality left.