ANMELDENVioletMy heart was doing a drum solo against my ribs. I could feel the sweat starting to prickle at the back of my neck, but I kept my face as stiff as a board. One wrong move, one shaky breath, and the whole house of cards was coming down. I was standing in the middle of the room while Dante’s grandmother sat there looking like she could peel the skin off my bones just by staring too hard.Dante was standing a few feet away, his silhouette dark and imposing. He didn't look panicked. He just looked cold. His jaw was set, and his eyes were like flint, calculating..His grandmother reached for a small, glossy photograph on the table and slid it toward me."Tell me, Diego," she said, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "Who is this?"I looked down. For a split second, the world actually stopped spinning. It was a picture of me. Not Diego. Me. Violet. It wasn't just a blurry shot from a distance, either. it was a close up, but luckily it was grainy and a bit blurry definitely
VioletThe air outside the pack house was heavy with the smell of coming rain. I stood by the black SUV, my back straight, my hands tucked behind me in the standard rest position. My skin was still buzzing from what had happened on the island. Every time I closed my eyes, I could feel the cool wood of the desk against my thighs and hear Dante’s voice telling me to break for him. It was getting harder to play this part. The "Diego" mask was starting to itch. My chest was tight under the bandages, and the weight of the secret I was carrying felt like a physical burden, like I was lugging a sack of stones everywhere I went.I saw Ron out of the corner of my eye. He was leaning against the porch railing, watching me. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. It made me wonder if even he suspected me. Then, the front door clicked open but it wasn't Dante who came out. It was Alex.She walked down the steps with that feline grace she always had, her long hair bouncing over her shou
DanteThe trip back from the island was a blur. I didn't speak to Violet the entire way. I sat in the leather seat with my laptop open, staring at transaction logs and security feeds, but my mind was stuck on what Bret had told me over the phone. A rat. A leak. Someone sitting at my table had sold out the pack, and I was going to find out who it was and peel the skin from their bones.I already knew that I couldn't trust anyone based on what had happened with the shipment... but this was just worse in a way. Beside me, or rather across the aisle, Violet was silent. She had shifted back into her role as Diego so seamlessly it was almost insulting. The girl who had been sobbing and writhing on my desk an hour before was gone, replaced by the stoic, square-shouldered guard who didn't let a single emotion leak onto her face.It was a hell of a trick. Most people can't flip the switch that fast. It made me wonder, not for the first time, exactly what kind of life she’d led before she e
DanteIsabella had been attached to my arm since breakfast and I was getting irritated. "You’re so quiet this morning, Dante," she murmured, leaning her head against my shoulder.I just looked at her briefly before turning my gaze away. My eyes didn't find the water first; they found the shadow standing six feet away. Violet was leaning against the stone pillar of the terrace, her hands behind her back. She was trying to be invisible, but I felt the heat of her gaze. There was a tightness in her jaw, a specific rigidity to her spine that I couldn't understand. She looked like she was breathing through a filter of broken glass."Hopefully you're thinking about me?" Isabella continued, but I didn't answer. I just looked out at the water and breathed through my nose."Isabella," I said, cutting through her next attempt at small talk.She looked up, blinking. "Yes?""Go and find Alex. She mentioned wanting to walk the east side of the island. She won't ask twice."Something crossed her
RonThe stairs groaned under my boots, a rhythmic, heavy sound that shadowed her frantic pace. Alex didn't look back. She never did. She treated me like a piece of furniture until she needed someone to bleed for her, but tonight, the air between us was screaming. The beach house was a tomb of glass and expensive wood, the crashing waves outside mocking the silence. She reached the door to her suite and fumbled with the handle. Her hands were shaking. I’d watched those hands navigate boardrooms and black-tie galas without a tremor, but here, in the dark with me, she was falling apart."Get in your room, Alex," I said, my voice sounding like gravel."I’m going," she snapped, finally throwing the door open. "You can stop hovering. Your shift is over. Go sleep in the barracks or wherever it is you go to brood."I didn't move. I stepped across the threshold, closing the door behind me with a soft, deliberate click. The lock engaged. The sound made her spine stiffen. She spun around, her e
VioletThe dining room on the island was designed to feel intimate. Low lighting. A long table. Windows that turned black as the evening came in.I took my position near the wall. I was the guard. Present and invisible. Tonight, that felt like the only viable option.Isabella had the seat to Dante's right. She settled into it like she’d owned it her whole life. "I didn't realise how much I needed this until we got here," she said, unfolding her napkin. She looked at Dante with a warm smile. "The water does something. I feel like I've been holding my breath for weeks."Dante looked at her. "Mm.""You’re a man of many words tonight, Dante," she teased. She tilted her head. "Tell me about the island's history. I heard the original owners were quite... eccentric."She knows the answer to that already, I thought. She’s just fishing. She wants him to look at her. She wants him to talk. And honestly? I hate that I’m standing here counting every time she blinks at him.I looked at the window
Violet“No, not at all,” I said, keeping my voice as flat and professional as possible. My heart was thumping against my ribs, but I refused to let a stupid Northshore princess like Isabella see me sweat.“I thought so too.” She didn't even look at me as she shrugged off her designer jacket and thr
Dante“Grandma…” I started with a tired sigh .“What? He made us wait here a minute longer. If your life was in danger, he’d be arriving now. Is that what we pay him for? Slacking around?” Her voice sharpened. “Kill him already."She repeated the order, calm and certain, but no one moved.Not becau
DanteFifty men.Fifty families that I would need to face. Fifty apologies I would have to find the right words for, knowing there weren't any. The bombing had been precise and deliberate and it had left nothing to send back to them. There were no remnants of their bodies or anything families could
Violet The car was quiet now and it make sense given who was in it.The guy who made me get into his car... apparently his name was Ron. Ron had not stopped talking since we pulled out of the gates. He was turned sideways in his seat, arm hooked over the headrest, going on about the bar like he







