Chapter 4

The sharp click of the lock echoed like a gunshot in the sudden silence.

Jaden scrambled back against the prep table, her eyes darting from the fryer where my phone was bubbling into plastic slag, then to me.

"You're crazy," she stammered, her voice pitching up. "Mark! Mark!"

But Mark was outside. He couldn't hear her over the sound of his own arrogance.

I reached into my pocket, bypassing the ruined mess of my personal life, and pulled out a different phone. A burner. Sleek, black, and untraceable.

It had only one number saved.

I pressed dial.

"Report," a deep voice answered on the first ring. Cold. Efficient.

"Code Black," I said, my voice steady. "The Velvet Lounge. Breach of Treaty."

"Are you injured?" My father's voice dropped an octave. It wasn't the voice of a businessman anymore. It was the voice of a father who would burn cities to ash for his blood.

"Second-degree burn. Right hand," I reported.

"Status of the engagement?"

"Terminated," I said. "Send the Wolf Pack. And tell Lina to bring the Dissolution Papers."

"They are five minutes out," he promised. "Stay safe, Principessa."

The line went dead.

I set the phone on the counter with a deliberate click.

Austin handed me a fresh towel filled with crushed ice. He didn't ask questions. He simply stood beside me, arms crossed, a paring knife resting casually yet dangerously in his hand.

He knew. He had seen the way I stood. He recognized the shift from prey to predator.

"You're not a server," Austin said quietly.

"No," I said.

"Good," he huffed. "You were terrible at it."

I almost smiled.

The kitchen doors rattled violently. Someone was trying to get in.

"Open up!" Mark's voice muffled by the heavy steel.

I ignored him.

Jaden tried to bolt for the door, but Austin stepped in her path. He didn't touch her. He just looked at her with a bored intensity.

She froze.

"You're making a mistake," Jaden said, her voice trembling now. "Connor will kill you."

"Connor couldn't kill a spider without asking his mother first," I said dryly.

I pulled a stool over and sat down, my posture regal despite the setting. I rested my injured hand on the cool metal table.

We waited.

Four minutes later, the back door-the delivery entrance-burst open.

It wasn't Mark.

It was six men in full tactical gear, moving with silent precision. They wore black vests with a silver crest emblazoned on the chest.

A wolf holding a rose.

The Shaw family crest.

Jaden gasped, pressing herself flat against the wall.

Lina walked in behind them. She was my personal guard and my best friend, dressed in an immaculately tailored suit and carrying a leather briefcase.

She scanned the room in a heartbeat. She saw Jaden cowering. She saw Austin standing guard. She saw my hand.

Her eyes went cold as liquid nitrogen.

"Principessa," Lina said, bowing her head slightly.

She walked over to me and inspected the burn with clinical efficiency.

"It will scar," she said.

"Good," I replied. "I need a reminder."

The main kitchen doors banged open again.

This time, the lock gave way with a screech of tearing metal.

Connor burst in. He was sweating, his tie loosened. Mark was right behind him, looking frantic.

"What the hell is going on?" Connor shouted, his face flushed. "Why is the door locked? Why is my investors' meeting interrupted?"

He stopped.

He saw the men in tactical gear. He saw the submachine guns hanging from their chests.

He saw the crest.

His face went pale. All the color drained out of him, leaving him looking like bleached bone.

"Shaw," he whispered, the name strangling him.

He looked at me.

I was sitting on the stool, nursing my hand. I wasn't the girl he ignored. I wasn't the waitress he ordered around.

I was the daughter of the man he feared most in this world.

"You failed the test, Connor," I said.

Lina stepped forward. She threw the leather briefcase at his feet. It landed with a heavy thud.

"What... what is this?" Connor stammered.

"Dissolution of Alliance," Lina said, her voice sharp as glass. "And eviction notice."

"Eviction?" Connor looked at me, his eyes wide with confusion and terror. "But... we're getting married. You're Blake. You're just... Blake."

"I am Blake Shaw," I said.

The name hit him like a physical blow. He staggered back, catching himself on a counter.

He looked at Jaden, who was shaking in the corner. Then he looked at Mark, who was slowly backing away, realizing he had bet on the wrong horse.

"You ordered the daughter of the Capo dei Capi to kneel," I said softly.

Connor dropped to his knees.

It wasn't a command. His legs just gave out under the weight of his realization.

"I didn't know," he begged, tears springing to his eyes. "Blake, please. I didn't know."

"Ignorance is not a defense," I said, standing up. "It's a liability."

Austin moved with me, a shadow at my back.

"You wanted someone to crawl, Connor," I said, looking down at him from a great height. "So start crawling."