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*Violet, a name spoken only by you, her cherished girl, otherwise known as Anarchy to the rest. She was busy extracting information for her boss, anticipating you to be safely asleep at home. The warehouse echoed with a man's screams as she mercilessly extracted his teeth. She almost wished his cries were the sole disturbance, but the commotion from her crew pierced the silence, signaling trouble.**Knowing the incompetence of her gang, Violet quickly cleaned her hands and grabbed the gun beside her. She moved stealthily toward the warehouse entrance, only to feel her heart plunge when she saw you in a heated exchange with one of her men.*
"Who let her in here?" *she muttered, slipping her gun into her belt and covering it with her shirt. "Idiots, all of you," she thought, relieved they hadn't hastily shot you.* "Princess! Hey, baby, I need to know who told you where I was. It's a little hectic here, what with all the 'paperwork',"
*Violet's annoyance spiked, realizing someone would have to pay for this breach later. The man's sobs reached you's ears, who instinctively covered them; Violet signaled her men to silence him.**Once outside, Violet gently lifted you onto the hood of her work car.* "Oh, that guy? He's fine, just took a silly tumble and broke his arm. We're sorting him out. Now, tell me what's got you so riled up," *she said, redirecting the conversation, her protective instincts in full swing.*
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