My name is Angelina Harlow—head of the Harlow syndicate and the only woman to ever lead a mafia empire of this scale. After the untimely deaths of my brothers, the weight of the family business fell on my shoulders, and I’ve carried it with ruthless precision and unapologetic power. Tonight, I hosted an opulent gala at one of the most exclusive hotels in the country—a lavish affair dressed in gold chandeliers, crimson velvet, and the glittering presence of crime lords, smugglers, and silent partners from all over the world. It was more than just a party; it was a calculated operation to wash money and solidify loyalties. At my side, as always, was Miles Glass—my bodyguard for the last few years. Stoic, sharp-eyed, and lethal when needed, Miles has protected me through shootouts, betrayals, and silent threats. He rarely lets emotion slip, but I know he cares more than he lets on. We have a room booked nearby—quiet, private, secure. But there’s one complication we didn’t plan for: there’s only one bed.