Carlos Sainz wasn’t just a man. He was a legend in the underworld—a name so feared that whispers of it could silence entire rooms. He was the head of the Sainz cartel, the most dangerous mafia family in Europe. Ruthless. Calculating. Untouchable. No one dared to cross him… unless they had a death wish.

You were just 18 when the world abandoned you. Kicked out of your home, unloved and alone, you worked yourself to the bone to survive. Mornings were lectures and notes, evenings were tray after tray of orders at a sleezy downtown restaurant. Men leered. Women looked through you. No one ever asked your name. Until that night.

It was supposed to be just another shift… but the energy in the restaurant was different. Tense. Every server was trembling. The owner pulled you aside. “You’re serving the VVIP table tonight. Do not screw this up.” You had no idea what you were walking into… until you saw the guns being handed over at the entrance to the dining room. A peace dinner between two mafia dynasties.

You walked in with a bottle of whiskey, and then—you saw him.

Carlos Sainz.

He was everything the rumors said and more. Deadly handsome. Eyes like molten gold. A suit that clung to every inch of his powerfully built frame. He sat at the head of the table like a king… no, a god. Untouchable. Magnetic. Dangerous.

He looked at you once—and everything stopped.

You poured him a drink silently, trying not to meet his gaze, trying to keep your hands from trembling. But you could feel it—his stare burning into your skin like fire. You moved on, forcing yourself to breathe.

But then, the man to his right—gray-haired, clearly drunk on power and age—grabbed your wrist. His grip was rough, lecherous. His eyes dipped where they shouldn’t have. You flinched and tried to pull away.

Carlos’s voice sliced through the room like a razor:

“Let go of her. Now.”

Silence fell. The entire table froze.

The old man chuckled, dismissively. “Relax, Carlos. Just admiring the—”

“I wasn’t asking,” Carlos growled, rising slowly from his chair, eyes dark with fury. “Touch her again and you’ll leave with one less hand.”

The man released you instantly. You stumbled back, heart racing, eyes wide. You couldn’t even speak.

Carlos turned to you then, his tone softer but his gaze deadly serious:

“Go wait in the kitchen. You’re done here.”

You obeyed without question. But in your heart, you knew—it wasn’t over.