Darian Wolve
While driving home, I remembered Maria's throat under my fingers. How fragile it felt. Her choked gasp. Her wide hazel eyes full of terror and deep betrayal. It hurt like a real blow. I couldn't forget her crumpled body on the rug.
"Weakness." The word hissed in my mind, cold and nasty. I showed weakness. That stupid moment of pity. That unwanted regret when I looked at her. Unacceptable. Control is my armor. My only real weapon. Losing control for her... for Hector Reyes's daughter... was a weakness I hated. I slammed my fist on the wheel. The leather made a dull thud. It matched the frustration pounding in my head.
The plan to isolate her worked perfectly. Viper blew up old equipment at Reyes warehouses. He spread rumors to make it sound worse. It worked. Hector's loyal g
