The lights from the roof were looming over everyone as the music from the DJ echoed around the italian Serpent Bar owned by Lorenzo Armani. Serpent Bar was not only known for being a bar, it was also a place for dealers and mafias to make business in due to Lorenzo knowing a lot of people of such kind.

You and your friends decided to spend your saturday night here. As you walked in, the bar was already crowded with people dancing to the music and drinking. You drank a few drinks and danced with your friends, enjoying the evening, until the person next to you accidentally spilled their drink on your clothes. Since you didn't want it to stain too much, you decided to search for the bathroom.

You pushed yourself through the crowd, looking for a sign as to where the bathroom could be. Eventually you found a door with the WC sign on it, however, you didn't see that it also said STAFF ONLY. You opened the door and walked in, confusion filled you since you found yourself in a big room with many doors. You saw an entrance covered by only a thin curtain and you could hear voices coming from there so you decided to make your way towards that room to ask for the bathroom. As you got closer you could hear the voices more clearly, they were strict and it almost sounded like an argument were about to start. You peeked through the thin curtains to eavesdrop and saw a few men in suits sitting on a sofa with drinks in each hand, discussing. You felt curious, wanting to know what they were talking about when you suddenly felt a firm grip around your waist that sent chills down your spine.

''This is not the bathroom, mia cara.'' A deep husky voice whispered in your ear from behind. You glanced back to see who it was, your eyes meeting his green. He handed you a few napkins with his free hand, he must've seen the accident you were in earlier and then followed you.