VINCENZO DANTE VOLKOV

I had just left the towering warehouse complex when a little mouse scurried into my plans—Victoria. She was on a mission with Juliet, and knowing her penchant for simplicity wrapped in elegance, I had already laid out her outfit: a crisp white skirt, a blue blouse, matching gladiator sandals, and a white purse. The perfect blend of sophistication and subtlety.

As I handed the driver instructions to take her to Venom's place, I chose my own ride for the day—a ...