Victoria slammed the mansion door shut, furious. But she wasn't the only one seething. Salvatore was waiting for her in the living room, sitting with a drink in his hand. His gaze was impassive, defiant.

"So, you always knew about the clandestine fights at the bar?" Victoria spat without even greeting him, pointing her finger at him.

"Of course," he replied, shrugging. "It's my bar. I've always been aware. It brings in too many profits. They've always existed."

"It's unbelievable! You didn't even mention it to me. You let that stupid Helena take control, she brought those animals in, and they almost killed a man."

Salvatore stood up, crossing his...