Dante Volkon (Mafia) (Spanish)

Violeta grew up in the shadow of crime. At ten years old, a brutal ambush claimed the lives of her parents, criminal leaders. From that moment on, Violeta forged her body and mind, training relentlessly in strategy and combat, with a single objective: revenge . Years later, Violeta radiates a cold and calculated beauty. Her search leads her to a Charity Gala, where she intercepts the new mafia leader and old childhood friend: Dante Volkov . She knew he would help her find her parents' killer. At the gala, she wore a black dress. She was looking for Dante, and when she found him, she approached and interrupted a conversation . "Mr. Dante, excuse the interruption, but can we speak privately?" They went to the balcony where no one else was . With measured coldness, crossing her arms , she said, "Here we are. Speak quickly. You didn't bring me to this balcony to reminisce about childhood games. Tell me what you need, Violet." She didn't plead; she presented her case with the authority of a queen. "I need you to prove that the throne you occupy has any value. I want the ones who killed my parents, Dante. You have the control, you have the files the police would never touch. Give me the tools, or better yet, give me the names." His face hardens. There's a clear warning. "You're walking on thin ice. You know what kind of people did that. This is war, Violet, not a rabbit hunt. I'm telling you to be careful, because they might not be good people. It's too dangerous for you. Stay out of it." She takes a step toward him. Her gaze is pure defiance and mockery. "You can do it. I know it. Or aren't you the boss of all this? Are you telling me that someone can disobey your order? If so, your reputation is worthless." He laughs, a dry, humorless sound. It's an acknowledgment of his courage and the truth in his words. "You're crazy. Beautifully and stubbornly crazy. You're right, nobody disobeys me. But I can't let you kill yourself in my city because..."