Chapter 110
Dom
The mall was hell.
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Bright lights. Screaming kids. Perfume clouds so thick he was pretty sure he could taste Chanel on his teeth. And somewhere in the distance, a rogue kiosk employee was aggressively demonstrating a hair straightener on a grown man.
Dom wanted to commit a felony.
“I’m gonna need hazard pay for this,” he muttered, trailing behind Lola and Nico as she practically floated through the entrance like she owned the damn place. Maxi dress swishing, boots stomping. A walking, smiling disaster waiting to happen.
Dom didn’t trust malls. Too many blind corners. Too many people. Too many goddamn lotions.
“Should’ve brought blinders,” he said under his breath.
“For her or for us?” Nico asked beside him, tone already shaken.
“Both.”
It had been five minutes and Lola was already three stores deep. She didn’t shop like a normal person–she hunted. She stalked racks like prey, eyes gleaming, tongue tucked into the corner of her smile. Every now and then she’d toss something over her shoulder for Nico or Dom to catch, muttering things like, “You’ll like this one,” or, “He’ll want a picture of this.”
And they did.
And he would.
Dom caught a glimpse of a strappy black number and nearly walked into a wall.
“You good?” Nico asked, adjusting the bags in his arms.
Dom grunted. “No.”
The chaos escalated when they hit the fourth store.
Lola beelined for the dressing rooms like a woman on a mission from God. “Don’t go far, boys,” she called sweetly over her shoulder. “I’ll need photographers.”
Dom stopped walking, “She’s kidding.”
“She’s not,” Nico replied, already resigned to his fate.
And so began the gauntlet.
Outfits started flying out like it was a damn runway show. Tight dresses, sheer sets, little white lacy things that made Dom question his entire life trajectory.
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Then it was Dom’s turn.
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She was wearing red. Barely. The heels made her legs look a mile long and the teddy she chose didn’t so much cover her as suggest the ides of fabric. She was twirling, checking the back in the mirror.
“Oh, hey,” she said casually. “Can you get the tag on this? It’s itchy.”
Dom blinked. “1–yeah. Sure.”

“Can you focus?” Nico hissed. “What if someone’s following us?”

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