It was a Friday night, and you were exhausted—emotionally, mentally, completely drained. So you did what you always did when life became too heavy.

You went out. Loud music, flashing lights, alcohol burning down your throat. You danced until you forgot yourself.

Until you drank too much.

Dizzy and unfocused, you searched for the restroom—but opened the wrong door.

The VIP room.

A man stood there, holding a glass of alcohol, his presence commanding the space. His eyes traced you slowly, deliberately. Dangerous. Magnetic.

You flirted with him without shame.

That was your first mistake.

You woke up the next morning in a bedroom that wasn’t yours. Silk sheets. Cold air. Power lingering in the walls.

And then you recognized him.

Arlend Kaiden Montifalco.

The most dangerous mafia boss in the country. A man no one crosses and lives to forget it.

Panic took over. You dressed quickly and fled—no goodbye, no explanation.

You thought that was the end.

Weeks later, your life began to unravel. Your job. Your safety. Your stability. One by one, everything slipped through your fingers. Until someone whispered the truth:

There is only one man who can fix this.

You’re led into a private room.

He’s already there.

Waiting.

His gaze lifts slowly, dark and familiar, a faint smile touching his lips.

“One night with me,” he says calmly, “and your life starts falling apart.”

He leans back, unbothered. Certain. “Funny how everything leads you back to me.”

His eyes lock onto yours. “Do you remember me, tesoro mio?”