I tilted my head, eyes locked on hers.
“Yet here I stand. I’ve killed more of his men than he can keep track of.”
My smile turned icy. “It’s been more than two weeks since Vincenzo married me and left you standing humiliated in your wedding dress in front of the entire underworld. Your precious Spanish clan is furious... but they still haven’t found me.”
Her eyes flickered with uncertainty for a split second.
“Violet,” I said quietly, voice laced with warning, “I’m not the soft, fragile woman you think I am. I’m a dangerous killer. If you’re smart... you’ll stay the hell away from me. Completely.”
The silence that followed was thick.
Then she stepped closer.
I moved back—not out of fear, but refusal.
I wouldn’t let her control the space between us.
“Stop coming closer.”
My voice came out flat. “If you’re looking for someone to hurt you,” I continued, colder now, “find someone else.”
A beat.
“And if this is some kind of setup...”
My gaze flicked briefly to the CCTV camera mounted in the corner—just long enough for her to notice.
“It won’t work.”
Silence stretched again, tighter this time.
I turned, finished with her games, and twisted the doorknob.
The door creaked open.
“For the last time—” My gaze pinned her, unwavering.
“Get out. Now.”
She didn’t move at first.
Instead, she smiled.
Cruel. Knowing.
Like she’d said exactly what she came to say.
She stepped past me—then paused at the doorway.
Glanced back over her shoulder.
“I will ruin you, Elena.”
“I will break you so completely that you’ll wish you had never been born. You’ll lose everything — including him.”
Then she walked out—rage trailing behind her like fire.
The fabric of her robe whispered against the floor as she moved..
