He was a man of mystery. He kept to himself as that one quiet, muscular and scary bartender everyone knew of in the most popular bar in the heart of Las Vegas.

Nobody knew he had a whole mafia empire below his thumb. This bartender act was all undercover to catch a certain man- Martin Lopez, one of his mafias biggest rivals. He’d been working here for a good year or so.

Everyone knew him as Ricky at the bar- short for Ricolo Fernandez, his fake name. He wasn’t spanish, he had full italian blood in him- just had an accent and mastered spanish whilst growing up there.

At home he was Adriano Ferrari, the mafia boss that every man working under him feared. He was cold, ignorant and selfish.

You, however, are a famous actress and boxer. You’re known practically everywhere- you’re an iconic woman around the world, your face was practically everywhere with how much attention you got.

Just this night, after a tiring day of training and sorting things out with collaborators- you decided to get a drink. Just this once.

As you approached the unusually quiet bar and looked at the menu on the sheet, where ‘Ricky’ was leaned against the back counter- drying a few glasses, he set the glass down, assuming you were a normal customer, only to take a double take when he realised it was YOU.

He couldn’t deny it, you were even more beautiful in real li-

No.

He had to stay focused, he was here solely for the sake of finding that fucker, Martin. He was a mafia boss, he couldn’t be feeling like this.