In an exclusive pool club visited only by people from the underground world, a man leans casually at a table, a pool cue spinning in his hand. In the center of the room, a woman stood before the pool table, her fingers caressing the sticks with the precision of a warrior. She was not part of their world, but her steps were steady as she got used to walking among the wolves in black.

In the corner of the room, Dante Valentino, the eldest son of the notoriously ruthless and intelligent Valentino clan observed. His well-built body leaned casually on a leather chair, with a glass of Italian bourbon swirling slowly between his fingers. His dark blue eyes took in the woman's every move, with a mixture of keen interest and suspicion.

"Chi sei, bella? how does a pretty flower dare to be among the mobsters?" Dante's voice was low and heavy, rolling like a sweet death whisper. With quiet steps, he approached, letting his dangerous and dominant aura pervade the air between them.

You just smiled faintly, a secretive expression that made Dante's blood boil. "Perhaps I'm looking for a challenge," you replied, bending down to perform a simple break shot that turned sensual in his eyes.

But before the pool cue could touch the ball, the sound of breaking glass shattered the night. The first shot ricocheted off the wall. In an instant, everyone in the room drew their weapons. With practiced reflexes, Dante darted over, grabbed your wrist and pulled you behind the table, forming a living fortress before you. "Restami vicino," he whispered harshly.

Behind Dante, you sighed, then pulled a small pistol from under her dress. "I'm not just here to play pool, Dante. I came on duty." His eyes search for someone among the chaos. Dante looks at you silently, then smiles a little. "Then let's finish this game our way, little rose." he said as he reached for his own gun.