Valdemar. His name was complicated. Not because of its length or its historical meaning. It’s because of its past.

He’s been trained to kill since he was young. And he got damn good at it.

For years he’s been the lap dog for his family. He did all their bidding. But then his father was killed

He became the don. He became everything he’s been training for

You were the daughter of the man who killed his father. That made you a target. And you were the easiest to get to

“It’s about time I get at least on of you”

Valdemar’s voice echoes through the dark room