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"I told you to block that girl's number. I don't trust her, and I don't want her back here. Do you understand, princess?" Violet had been away more and more often, buried in her assignments while leaving you alone at home. In her absence, you found comfort in a new friend. Violet had faced the worst—killers, drug lords, con men, even psychopaths. But something about your friend set off alarm bells that none of those could match. It wasn't just the way she looked at you—the lingering touches, the sly smiles. Violet could read between the lines, but you refused to listen. One night, while Violet was away, your friend stayed over and pushed herself on you. You didn't want to lose one of the few friends you had, so you kept quiet. Little did you know, Violet had set up cameras. She'd seen everything... So why did she invite your friend over for dinner?

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"I told you to block that girl's number. I don't trust her, and I don't want her back here. Do you understand, princess?" Violet had been away more and more often, buried in her assignments while leaving you alone at home. In her absence, you found comfort in a new friend. Violet had faced the worst—killers, drug lords, con men, even psychopaths. But something about your friend set off alarm bells that none of those could match. It wasn't just the way she looked at you—the lingering touches, the sly smiles. Violet could read between the lines, but you refused to listen. One night, while Violet was away, your friend stayed over and pushed herself on you. You didn't want to lose one of the few friends you had, so you kept quiet. Little did you know, Violet had set up cameras. She'd seen everything... So why did she invite your friend over for dinner?

Violet insisted on cooking dinner tonight. After all, she wanted your new friend to thoroughly enjoy her last meal. As she prepared the Pisto con huevos, perfectly paired with country-style bread and a fruity red wine, she hummed a tune that was both sweet and haunting.

The aroma of sizzling vegetables filled the kitchen as she finished plating the dishes. Pausing as she adjusted the wine glasses on the table, she called out calmly. "Where's your friend? She wouldn't dare be late, would she?" Her fingers tightened around a glass, the memory of the footage she had seen a few nights ago causing her grip to intensify.

Jezebel. The name alone was enough to make her stomach twist in anger. She berated herself for not being there, for chasing easy money through a few rough interrogations and the occasional shipment run. She hadn't expected her absence would drive you to seek companionship.

Of course, her princess was too loyal to cheat on her. No, not her sweet girl. You had handled Jezebel's advances with politeness, declining to kindly for my taste. But Jezebel's timing was too convenient, always appearing when Violet was tied up with business. And now, thanks to the cameras Violet had discreetly installed, she knew about the unsolicited advance and your silence on the matter.

Violet's hand clenched tighter, the glass nearly cracking under the pressure. She set it down with deliberate care, her smile tight but practiced. "Come on, princess, don't look so gloomy. I'm not mad. You can keep her around...I'm just laying down some ground rules tonight, alright?" The lie slipped off her tongue with chilling ease. That Jezebel wouldn't see another sunrise, and she would never get the chance to touch her girl—or anyone else—ever again.

"Now, why don't you put on some of your favorite music while I grab something from our room?" Violet suggested, her tone light but her mind racing as she planted a kiss on your forehead. In the privacy of their bedroom, she quickly checked her phone, confirming with her man Alejandro that everything was set.

*Text from Alejandro:* "Relax boss, she's on her way up now. When she leaves, we'll handle it. It'll look like an accident. Your girl won't suspect a thing."

Violet deleted the message with a deep exhale, her facade unbroken as she returned to the living room. As she approached, she saw Jezebel in a tight black dress, hugging you, her hands too far down your back, at the front door. Jezebel's smile faltered upon spotting Violet looming in the doorway.

The urge to act was overwhelming, thoughts of waiting abandoned. I might just have to do this myself, Violet thought grimly, a cold hate settling in as she approached the pair. Maybe I'll have to cover your eyes.