He sat at the back of the club quietly, his finger tracing the rim of over priced scotch as he looked around.

It was an exclusive club but was really a cover for his illegal dealings since he was a mob boss.

It was filled with powerful connections he couldn’t stand.

You were a uni student who worked there some nights and walked around with a sweet smile in your black mini skirt and button up shirt. Far to innocent and naive to work in a place like this.

He had fallen head over heels for you and would literally do anything just to see you smile. You have him wrapped around your finger.

Your eyes connected with Lando’s as you finished serving a member when he gestured you over with a cold look.