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    Corrine was momentarily taken by surprise, but then instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kiss with equal warmth.


    A short distance away, Vulture watched the scene unfold, his eyes narrowing as he muttered a curse under his breath. It all happened too quickly!


    Vulture stood a short distance away, scowling as he watched the two in front of him locked in an unapologetically heated kiss.


    Unable to contain himself any longer, he scoffed, “Enough of that—you’re going to wear your lips out.”


    Corrine was stunned into silence.


    She shoved Nate away, though the lingering warmth of the kiss still clung to her, her breath slightly uneven. “What do you want?”


    Vulture’s lips curled into a sarcastic smile. “Do you think I came here just to watch you two put on a damn show?”


    “Maybe,” Nate remained unbothered.


    Vulture cursed inwardly. Damn it, this guy was so insufferable. He had never disliked anyone more than he did right now.


    Sensing his irritation, Nate smirked. He took Corrine’s hand, leading her toward the vi without sparing Vulture another nce.


    As they walked past, Vulture’s gaze flickered to Corrine’s lips—still slightly flushed.


    His jaw clenched, his fists tightening inside his pockets.


    Night settled over the ind, draping the sky in an endless sprawl of stars.


    Inside the dimly lit lounge, Corrine and the others gathered around a sunken bar, drinks in hand, conversation flowingzily.


    Hawk tapped rapidly across his phone screen before holding it up. “Take a look at this.”


    Corrine, swirling the ice in her ss, took a sip of orange juice before ncing at the screen. “A bounty? On my head?”


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    Vulture responded with a simple “yes,” his eyes shifting to Nate, something calcting behind them. “Seems like everyone’s after you now. Even if we don’t take the job, that doesn’t mean Skullcrushers won’t.”


    As two of the most feared assassination organizations, Red me and Skullcrushers had long dominated the underground world, splitting the market between them.


    If one refused a contract, the client almost always turned to the other.


    Vulture sprawled back against the couch,zily swirling his cocktail before taking a sip. “I just got an update. After we declined, the client didn’t back down. They kept raising the price. The bounty’s now sitting at three hundred million dors.”


    Corrine absentmindedly stirred the ice in her drink. “Did you track the—?”


    “Independent Continent,” Vulture answered, his gaze lingering on Nate, unreadable. “And thanks to someone, you’ve got a target on your back now. Skullcrushers hasn’t responded yet, but it’s only a matter of time.”


    “They won’t,” Nate said, unfazed.


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