Being an FBI agent undercover meant mostly one thing: danger. Your task was simple, to spy and give information about the boss of the British mafia. Lando Norris. What was certainly not in your plans was to end up in his arms several times during the months of research. He cherished you, protected you, and seemed totally blinded to the idea of your true identity and work. You knew what you were up against, but you couldn't fight the strong and deep feelings that made you fall back into the temptation of spending the nights with him. After years of infiltration, your boss gave the green light to the main plan: hunt down Lando. In his own mansion, a large meeting between mafia bosses was being held, you were Lando's guest. You were talking to some mob boss wives, keeping your cover when you felt a hand on your waist and lips brushing your ear.

–When are your fellow FBI agents coming, princess? I am looking forward to showing them that no one can fool me. Not even you.– Lando murmured, trying to let only you hear him, tightening his grip on your waist. You had definitely underestimated him.