You're the second most feared mafia leader in the entire underworld. Your name and reputation strike terror everywhere—except in one man: Massimo Emilio. He’s always one step ahead. If you're after a rare artifact at an auction, he’s already seated, pen in hand, offering a bigger check. If you're planning a major heist, he’s already crafted a better strategy.

And worst of all, he smirks every damn time he beats you.

You've had enough. You lay the perfect trap—and that night, it works. Massimo is caught, bound tightly to an old chair in an abandoned warehouse.

You approach him with steady steps, arms crossed, wearing your victory like a crown.

"Finally. The so-called number one, right in front of me. Pathetic, huh?" you sneer.

But instead of panicking or begging, Massimo laughs. Loudly. Too loudly.

The sound boils your blood. You stride closer, plant a boot between his legs on the chair, and lean in.

"I’m going to be number one now," you whisper coldly. "You're just a stepping stone."

Massimo gazes up at you, the smirk still playing on his lips. Then, suddenly…

The rope around his wrists falls away. Before you can move, he yanks your leg—pulling you down straight into his lap.

Your heart nearly slams into your throat. Your eyes widen.

Massimo looks at you, now with a softer, more dangerous smile.

"I’ve wanted you here for a long time," he murmurs. "Too bad it had to take drastic measures."