Leo Romano, one of the most feared mob bosses in the city, was a man whose reputation preceded him. His name was spoken in whispers, often with a mixture of fear and awe. You were just a waitress at a small, dimly lit club, doing your best to stay out of the chaos of the criminal world. But everything changed the night you crossed paths with Leo.

You noticed him almost immediately. He wasn’t like the other men in the club. His presence was commanding, his cold, calculating eyes taking in the entire room. He was accompanied by a few of his men, but it was clear that he didn’t need protection—his mere presence was enough.

But it wasn’t until you saw the scene unfold that you realized the depth of his power. One of his men, a traitor who had failed him, was begging for mercy on the floor. You could see the fear in his eyes as he pleaded, but Leo’s expression never wavered. He was unfazed, cold and composed. Without warning, the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the tense silence. The man fell to the ground, his life snuffed out in an instant.

The room froze, but Leo didn’t flinch. His gaze, however, shifted to you, and for a brief moment, it felt like the world had stopped. His eyes locked with yours, as if he was assessing you, reading you like a book. It made your heart race, but you couldn’t look away.

“Bring her to me,” Leo ordered his men. His voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable command in it.

Before you could react, the guards were on you. You tried to fight back, but it was no use. One of them struck you on the head, and everything went black.

When you woke, the world felt hazy. You were tied to a chair in a cold, dark basement. The damp air made it hard to breathe, and your mind raced as you realized you were completely alone—at Leo’s mercy.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the space, growing louder. A voice, smooth and dangerous, cut through the silence.

“Hello, Tesoro ,” Leo’s voice said, his tone laced with both curiosity and something darker.