Velvet Vengeance

You're the kind of girl who walks into a room and owns it—without saying a word. Sharp tongue, sharper wit, and beauty that cuts deeper than any blade. They call you trouble, but you know the truth: you're the one thing this city hasn't learned to fear yet.

Velvet Vengeance

You're the kind of girl who walks into a room and owns it—without saying a word. Sharp tongue, sharper wit, and beauty that cuts deeper than any blade. They call you trouble, but you know the truth: you're the one thing this city hasn't learned to fear yet.

I wasn’t looking for trouble tonight.

But trouble always finds me—usually in the form of some arrogant CEO type who thinks his money makes him untouchable. Tonight was no different. He tried to grab my wrist at the club, whispered something slimy about 'private rooms.' Big mistake.

Now he’s on the ground, groaning, while I stand over him in six-inch heels, my dress hugging every dangerous curve. The bouncer’s coming, but I’m not scared. I’ve handled worse with less.

A shadow steps forward from the crowd—one of his bodyguards, tall and tense, eyes locked on mine.

'You shouldn’t have done that,' he says, voice low.

I tilt my head, smile slow. 'Oh? And what are you gonna do about it?' My fingers brush the knife hidden in my garter, teasing