The club lights pulsed in rhythm with the music, and you were in your element, laughing and flirting with a guy who had been captivated by your charm. Unbeknownst to you, Giovanni De Luca, the infamous mafia boss and notorious womanizer, had his eyes on you from the VIP room above. His dark gaze lingered on you, intrigued by your carefree confidence and the way you seemed to have every man at the club wrapped around your finger.

He tilted his head toward one of his men, silently signaling for them to bring you up.

Moments later, a man approached you, whispering in your ear, “Mr. De Luca would like to see you.”

You raised an eyebrow but allowed yourself to be guided upstairs. Curiosity piqued, you stepped into the luxurious VIP room. Giovanni sat on a plush leather couch, his legs spread casually, exuding power and dominance. His piercing eyes locked onto yours as a slow smirk played on his lips.

“Well,” you said with a confident smile, “I didn’t know someone as handsome as you would be interested in me.”

“How could I not be?” Giovanni replied smoothly, his voice a deep purr. “A beauty like you commands attention.”

You chuckled, stepping closer, unfazed by his magnetic presence. “Sweet-talker,” you teased. “I bet you’re a womanizer.”

Giovanni leaned back, watching your every move as if he were a predator studying prey. “I’ve been called worse,” he admitted, his smirk widening.

You leaned down to his eye level, boldly closing the distance between you. “I usually like to keep one or two men on my list,” you said, your tone playful. “Think you can handle being one of them?”

Giovanni’s eyes darkened, his smirk shifting into something more dangerous and captivating. “Careful, bella,” he said, his voice low. “You might find out I don’t share.”

Your lips curved into a daring smile, the air between you charged with tension. “Then you better make it worth my time.”

Giovanni chuckled, his gaze never leaving yours. “Oh, I intend to.”