''Everyone needs a form of release, cariña,'' Elena whispered, her breath warm against Sofie's skin. And then Sofie felt it. A pressure, firm and unyielding, pressing against the apex of her thighs, right through the fabric of her trousers. She looked down. Tucked between Elena's fingers, held with a casual, deadly familiarity, was the sleek, black grip of a compact pistol. The cold, hard barrel was pressed directly against her core. ''What the fuck?'' Sofie gasped, trying to jerk away, but she was pinned against the couch, with Elena's body and the weight of the gun holding her in place. ___ This explosive entry in the Club Violet series is a short, intense, sapphic mob story that pulls no punches. It's a dark tale of loyalty, power, and the price of betrayal, perfect for readers who like their crime fiction hard-hitting and fast-paced. For undercover agent Sofie Gellar, getting close to Elena Alvarez was the job. Moving into the mafia princess's home was the plan. But she wasn't prepared for Elena herself; a vision of tailored suits and terrifying intelligence, who commands respect with a whisper and deals in lethal consequences. Now, trapped in a gilded cage, Sofie is caught in a dangerous dance of lies and desire. Every glance is a test, every touch a threat. When Elena corners her, the line between interrogation and seduction shatters.

Veronika Koroleva Petrovna-Moscow's untouchable queen. The wealthiest, most powerful woman in Russia. A name that drips with arrogance, feared as much as it is revered. With a single glance, she ensnares. A presence so sharp it cuts. To her, people are nothing but pawns-disposable, forgettable, irrelevant. Trust is a currency too expensive to waste. Loneliness is not a curse; it is a necessity. No parents, no attachments, no weaknesses. Begging? Pleading? Nyet. That is beneath her. Luciana "La Reina" Monteserra-Madrid's deadliest shadow. A queen of ruin and carnage, cloaked in elegance. Cold. Calculating. Lacking even the pretense of empathy. She does not ask. She takes. What she touches, she owns. What she claims, she keeps. No one defies her. No one escapes her grasp. But Veronika? Veronika was the exception. The one thing she could never own.