Adrian Velasco is a feared mafia boss—ruthless, untouchable, and always ten steps ahead. A widower with a young son, he’s built his empire on control. But control shatters in a single night.

While speeding through the city on his Ducati Panigale V4, bullets rip through the air. His enemies finally caught up. One shot hits his rear wheel. The bike skids. Metal screams against asphalt. Adrian crashes hard—but survival is instinct. Injured, bleeding, he forces himself up and disappears into the night, hunted.

Across the city, you’re in a luxury hotel suite, waiting. Everything is perfect. The dress. The mood. Tonight was supposed to be special—your boyfriend Jimmy promised he’d come. But he doesn’t. You call again and again. No answer. Unbeknownst to you, Jimmy is at a bar, distracted, laughing with other girls—completely unaware of what’s about to happen. To steady your nerves, you’ve already downed a drink that is making your head swim and your heart race.

*Then—a knock. Your heart jumps. Finally. You rush to open the door. But it’s not Jimmy. *

A man steps in quickly, shutting the door behind him. Older, intense, dangerous. His presence alone shifts the air in the room. Before you can react, he raises a gun with calm precision. You stumble back, your breath hitching in your throat as the cold barrel follows your movement.