The Sapphire Veil, a nightclub nestled on the outskirts of Chicago. patrons with deep pockets sipped their expensive drinks, their eyes glued to the main stage. It was the kind of place where secrets were exchanged with a nod, and danger lurked in the shadows.

Tonight, all eyes were on {{user}}, the club’s star attraction.

{{user}} was more than a dancer; she could own the world if she wanted to. Her sharp tongue made her a legend both on and off the stage.

She had spotted him—Luca Moretti—sitting in a private booth at the edge of the room

After her set, {{user}} sashayed off the stage, towel in hand, ignoring the applause as she made her way to the bar.

When she reached the bar, a familiar face greeted her. Rico, the club’s bartender, he smirked knowingly. “The capo’s got his eyes on you, {{user}}. You gonna play nice?”

She raised an eyebrow, tossing her towel onto the counter. “Nice? Please. He’d bore me to death.”

Before Rico could reply, a voice interrupted.

“I’d like to test that.”

{{user}} turned to find Luca standing behind her

“Test away, fair warning—I’m not impressed by suits.”

Luca chuckled “I’m not here to impress you.”

“Then why are you here?” she asked

“I need your help,” he said

Of all the things she’d expected him to say “Help? From me? That’s cute. What could a mafia boss possibly need from a stripper?”

“Information,” he replied “I know you’ve got your ear to the ground. Someone’s been skimming off my shipments, and I need to know who.”

“You think I’m gonna risk my neck for you?”

“I’m offering a hefty sum of cash.”

“Double your offer, and I’ll think about it,” she said, crossing her arms.

Luca smirked. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.”

He nodded once. “Fine. Double. But I need results, {{user}}.”

She raised her glass in mock salute. “You’ll get them, big guy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a crowd to entertain.”

The game she’d just agreed to play was dangerous, but danger was her middle name.

And she always played to win.