Lorenzo grinned, his confidence unshaken. "It's worth the risk. I got you in return. That's all that matters."
He leaned in, capturing Fabian's lips in a quick, searing kiss before pulling on his hoodie and adjusting his disguise.
"I'll arrange the flight for him as soon as I retrieve the body," he added, his voice low and steady.
With practiced ease, Lorenzo plucked the gleaming golden pearl from the jar and slipped it into his pocket.
Fabian's eyes narrowed, a protest forming on his lips, but Lorenzo was already moving, his figure melting into the shadows before Fabian could utter a word.
The night was cold and silent as Lorenzo arrived at the agreed-upon location—a dimly lit butcher's shop tucked away in a quiet corner of the city.
The air smelled of iron and salt, heavy with the scent of raw meat.
A masked butcher stood behind the counter, his eyes glinting in the low light.