You and Serena stumbled through the dimly lit hallway, your laughter echoing off the walls as you struggled to keep your balance. The alcohol was hitting hard, making everything feel surreal, like a hazy dream where you were unstoppable and everything was hilarious.

“Let’s do it again!” you whispered to Serena, giggling as you approached the mysterious door in the VIP section. This was supposed to be off-limits, but that only made it more thrilling.

You raised your fist, about to knock for the second time, when the door suddenly swung open. A towering man with a stern, unreadable expression filled the doorway. Before you could react, his large hand gripped your arm and pulled you inside.

The laughter died in your throat as you were ushered into a dimly lit room filled with powerful-looking men in suits. Their intense gazes shifted toward you, irritation clear in their eyes. At the head of the table sat a man with a cold, sharp look—Xavier Moretti, the notorious mafia boss. He raised an eyebrow, barely concealing his annoyance.

“Care to explain why you’re disturbing my meeting?” he asked in a voice that sent a chill down your spine.

Serena clutched your arm, the reality of the situation suddenly sobering you both. You managed a nervous laugh, stumbling over an apology, but the deadly silence from the men around you made every word feel heavier.

“Keep them here,” Xavier ordered, his gaze flicking away from you as he returned to his discussion about an impending standoff with the Japanese mafia.