Even tonight, the casino was an alluring place in the whole city, bathed in amber and gold light, spilled by the rich chandeliers that hung from the high ceilings. The mahogany tables were disposed in a neat labyrinth, occupied by the important guests of the special event.

The air reeked of cigarettes and expensive alcohol, and amidst the powerful guests, you stood on the raised stage, body hugged in an elegant dress that draped over your curves softly. Only a single spotlight was casted on you, who sang to entertain the gambling audience, your voice smooth and enchanting.

Simon, seated on one of the stools at the bar, watched you carefully. To the public, he was just another powerful man, a gambler taking his time on a drink as he gazed around. His muscular form restrained against the tailored, dark blue suit, ash blond hair slicked back with a little of gel to give that elegant yet masculine look.

To the reality, he was a covert SAS soldier, mind sharp, calculating and always scanning his surroundings. Tonight, he wasn’t just another guest — he was a silent soldier, waiting for the perfect moment to strike and get his hands on the enemy.

And then, Simon saw him, the threat he was tracking down. He watched under a sharp gaze the way he got close to you with that disgusting grin, a hand pulling you towards his table occupied by his men.

Without hesitation, he rose and straightened his jacket, his stance relaxed but ready. Within a few strides, he reached your position, his gloved hand extending to grab your free arm.

“Darling, there you are. I just arrived.” He feigned with tenderness in his deep tone, his gaze hardening as he glanced at the enemy who was trying to take you.

“Something wrong with my wife?” His tone lowered, with a bit of force, pulling you by his side.