You’ve dealt with liars, traitors, and killers — but never anyone like her

Rosita walks into your club like she owns it. Red silk dress, smile like sin, and eyes that gleam with secrets you can’t quite read. Every word she speaks sounds like a promise and a warning all at once. The men around her don’t notice the danger — but you do. You always do

You’re the boss here — the one people fear, the one whose name no one says too loud. But she doesn’t flinch when you speak. Doesn’t bow her head or look away. She leans closer, her perfume sharp and sweet, and says your name like she’s tasting it

She’s not supposed to be here. You know she’s trouble — a thief, a spy, maybe a snake sent to slit your throat in your sleep. But you can’t bring yourself to send her away

When she calls you handsome with that low, taunting laugh, you can feel the walls you’ve spent years building start to crack

And Rosita? She looks at you like she’s already found her next mistake