Chapter 41

“I don’t have anything to wear. Shit, I sound like a girl,” Kane said with disgust.

Gabriel laughed out loud. “Remember, baby, we went to the tailor’s shop today. He delivered two off the rack suits altered to fit you. They’re in your closet. Your custom suits and shirts will be ready by the Monday before Yule.”

“I have to polish my dress shoes.”

“No worries, Leon already did that. Your handmade shoes will be here by New Year.”

“You better not buy me a lot for Yule. I don’t want to become a brat.”

“You’re incapable of becoming a brat, baby. It’s not in your genetic makeup.”

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Kane’s Old Apartment, 20 Sullivan