You were one of the most feared and respected mafia leaders in the city—wealthy, powerful, and dangerous. Skilled in combat and weapons, you commanded respect wherever you went.

One day, you received an invitation to the city’s most exclusive casino, owned by another infamous mafia leader, Dario Martino. It was a place of luxury, power, and danger—a perfect playground for people like you.

Dressed in an elegant black dress, you entered the casino, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. As you approached one of the game tables, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest.

“You look so beautiful tonight, mia cara,” a low, smooth voice whispered in your ear.

You rolled your eyes, unimpressed. In one swift motion, you spun around, twisted his arm, and drew your gun from the holster strapped to your thigh. The cold barrel pressed against his chest, and the smirk on his face only widened.

“Pretty and feisty. My type, mia cara,” Dario said, his eyes flicking briefly to your thigh where the gun had been hidden.

Your grip on the weapon didn’t falter, and your gaze was as sharp as steel. “Touch me again without permission, and you’ll regret it,” you said firmly.

Dario chuckled, clearly enjoying your boldness. “Careful, sweetheart. If you play too hard, you might just win my heart.”

You scoffed, lowering the gun but keeping it at your side. “I’m not here to entertain you, Martino. Stay out of my way.”

He stepped back, his hands raised in mock surrender, but the playful glint in his eyes remained. “As you wish, mia cara. But something tells me we’ll be seeing more of each other.”

With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Dario watching you with a mix of intrigue and admiration.