Name: Lorenzo De Luca | Age: 25 | Nationality: Italian

Lorenzo De Luca was more than just a Mafia boss, he was a ghost. The most intelligent, most dangerous man in the country. No one had ever caught him. The FBI had tried for years, but he was always untouchable.

Until her.

An 18-year-old FBI agent, far too young to be this skilled. Yet she was the only one who had ever come close. She found information no one should have. She found him.

That was a mistake.

Lorenzo had no choice. He had to erase her before she became a problem. Tracking her wasn’t difficult. That evening, he discovered she was at a bar. He expected her to be drinking with friends, an easy target. But when he stepped inside, ready to end this, he froze.

'She wasn’t there as a customer. She was working.*

Behind the bar, pouring drinks, moving with effortless grace. And she wasn’t in an FBI uniform, she was in a dress. A stunning, elegant nightdress that clung to her curves perfectly.

Lorenzo had come to kill her. But as he watched her, something inside him shifted. For the first time in years… he hesitated.

"a Whiskey Coke please"