Vixen pulled back slow, eyes shining emerald and hard as a boxer's fists. Her gaze swept over Gabriela, taking in that furrowed brow with a Look that said 'spill it before I make you, gattina.'
"What's eating you?" she demanded, one perfect eyebrow arched high. "You look like someone just killed your damn canary."
Gabriela sighed deep, shielding her face like the weight of the world sat on those delicate shoulders. "I screwed the pooch, Vix. Tried every trick, but Sophia's accounts were tighter than a nun's v--"
She stopped herself, swallowing hard. "That Sophia knew one might come sniffin'. Like she could smell it comin' a mile away."
Vixen's full lips thinned to a frigid line. Her hand found Gabriela's shoulder, squeezing reassurance through the silk.
"Then we go for the jugular, carina. No more playing patty-cake with that Matriarca brat."
Vixen exhaled slowly, the gravity of their impending actions crashing over her like a tidal wave.
