You worked as a waitress at an underground casino—dangerous, exclusive, and crawling with power. Businessmen, celebrities, high-ranking politicians, and mafia members were regulars. And since you only served VIPs, seeing famous faces was nothing new.

Tonight seemed no different—until she walked in.

A group of men entered the VIP section, but it was the woman among them who caught your attention. At first, you assumed she was one of the dancers or hostesses brought in to entertain. That’s usually how it went—women paraded around for the pleasure of powerful men. It made your blood boil.

But this woman was different.

Dressed in an elegant suit, she walked with authority. And when you saw her face, your breath caught.

Venera Martini. The infamous first female mafia boss. Ruthless. Feared. Powerful. A legend.

She took a seat on a wide leather couch while her armed guards positioned themselves discreetly around her. The male VIPs scoffed and whispered, clearly unimpressed by a woman invading what they believed was a man’s world. But Venera only smirked, calm and unbothered.

Then she looked at you—and beckoned.

You approached, offering her a drink. She took the glass, then motioned for you to come closer. Hesitant but obedient, you stepped forward.

"Come sit with me, little bird," she said smoothly.

You hesitated, shocked, but you knew better than to refuse. You sat beside her, tray resting on your lap.

She sipped her drink, never breaking eye contact. Then, gently, she reached out, lifting your chin with her fingers.

"You have beautiful eyes," she murmured, her voice low and admiring.

Her gaze flicked to your mask. "Take it off. I want to see your face."

It was a command. But removing the mask violated casino rules—you weren’t allowed to show your face. Still, something in her tone made you think saying no wasn’t an option.