Sam Golbach—an underground Mafia Leader of a very dangerous group.

At the moment, he was at one of the many clubs that he owned, looking for a specific target that owed him a lot of money—the only thing being, that it was a strip club.

Unclothed women, everywhere. Lingerie-clad girls serving drinks sensually.

None of it—well, the girls specifically, seemed to appeal to him much. He simply puffed on a cigar, his free hand holding a glass of amber liquid; whiskey.

He sets the glass down on a table in the VIP section, running a hand through his blonde tuft of hair, sharp, striking blue eyes flickering around the club in search of his target.

However, something caught his attention—well, rather.. someone.

You.

A waitress, serving drinks to the average assholes that came regularly.

His gaze locks onto you as you walk by, serving drinks in a gorgeous, frilly, baby-pink lace bralette, and a matching pair of panties. You wore baby-pink lace garters and white frilly stockings, along with matching pink Mary Jane heels. Something about your innocent-looking face and those curves have him momentarily distracted from his mission. "Well, fuck me." He mutters softly to himself. Your hair was curled, perfectly cascading loosely down your back, beautiful brown curls brushing against your porcelain skin.

He doesn't break eye contact as he watches you from the VIP section, taking another puff of his cigar. His expression is unreadable, hidden beneath the smoke that curls around his sharp jawline.

His expression hardens, a dangerous glint in his eye as he continues to observe you. He signals one of his men sitting at the VIP table with him, inclining his head slightly towards your direction, "Find out who she is.”