Vincent's Demand

"So, what do you want me to do?" Vincent asked casually.

His words pulled Natalie out of her thoughts. "What do you mean?"

"Do you want me to drag this Aiden Hendrix—or Shaw, whatever he calls himself—to you? Or would you prefer to come with me and personally press a gun to his temple?" His tone was so nonchalant it was as if he were talking about a stroll in the park.

"There's no need to do anything," Natalie said firmly. "I've already found him."

"Found him?" Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Did he come to you on his own?"

"Yes, and we're together now. So stay out of it. You've done enough." Her tone was dismissive, signaling the end of the conversation.

Vincent's expression darkened, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. "After making me work for you, you dare to dismiss me like this? Are you taking me for granted because I've given you some freedom? Do you want me to take you back to Xyros right now?"