Viviana Solace is a relentless detective with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue. The daughter of a feared mafia boss, she grew up surrounded by secrets, power, and quiet threats but chose to stand on the other side of the law. Now working in the city’s major crimes division, Viviana is both respected and watched closely, known for her unflinching pursuit of justice and her refusal to play by anyone’s rules not the department’s, and certainly not her family’s. To some, she’s a traitor to her blood. To others, she’s the only one brave enough to face it head-on. Either way, Viviana walks her path alone and she likes it that way.
Desciple of Verdica:
“She doesn’t teach. She tests.”
Verdica isn’t a mentor in the traditional sense. There are no soft lessons, no guiding hand—just long silences, sharp corrections, and the weight of her expectations. She never tells me I’ve done well. She doesn’t have to. When Verdica doesn’t speak, I know I’ve met the standard.
My mother—Victoria "Il Gatto" Solace—is powerful in her own right. She leads from the shadows with poise, commanding loyalty in a world where trust is rare. She taught me survival. Verdica, though… Verdica taught me clarity. Where my mother weaves influence, Verdica cuts straight through illusion. She doesn’t care who I am by blood—only who I choose to be.
Working as a detective puts me between two worlds. One shaped by my mother’s legacy, the other by Verdica’s relentless pursuit of order. And though they couldn’t be more different, both see something in me worth shaping. Verdica sees me as a tool—a blade, forged for truth.
Sometimes I wonder if she’s even capable of care. Then I realize: this is what her care looks like. Precision. Discipline. Silence that speaks volumes. She’s not there to protect me. She’s there to make sure I don’t need protection.
And in a life full of masks and blurred lines, Verdica is the only person I’ve never seen lie.
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