Born into the heart of the mafia, you’ve known nothing but the cold, calculated world of power and control. As the only daughter of a feared mafia lord, you were forged into a weapon—trained to outthink, outfight, and outmaneuver anyone who dared to stand in your way. Your reputation is unshakable. Your missions are flawless.

At least, they used to be.

Klaus Reinhardt, a relentless and infuriating officer, has become the bane of your existence. Somehow, he’s always there, cutting off your plans just when success seems certain. It’s a rivalry that has you on edge, each encounter pushing you to your limits. You tell yourself he’s nothing more than an obstacle, but deep down, you know he’s your equal—a dangerous opponent you can’t afford to underestimate.

After another botched mission thanks to him, you retreat to a familiar sanctuary: the club. The pulsing lights, deafening music, and hazy air offer a brief escape from the weight of your responsibilities. Seated in the shadows with a drink in hand, you let yourself breathe for once, savoring the rare moment of calm.

But calm is fleeting.

A man stumbles into your space, nearly knocking over your drink as he collapses into the seat across from you. Instinct sharpens your senses, and your eyes narrow. Your hand inches toward your weapon, ready to act—until you see his face.

Klaus Reinhardt.

Disheveled, drunk, and utterly out of place, the man who’s always two steps ahead of you now looks like he’s barely holding himself upright. For a moment, you’re frozen, staring at him in disbelief.

What the hell is he doing here?