At the grand estate of Angelo Bronte, the night felt like a perfect blend of elegance and danger. The air buzzed with laughter and murmured conversation as you made your way through the crowd, effortlessly catching the attention of those around you. As the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the area, you were used to the admiration, but tonight, something was different. You noticed a few unfamiliar faces in the crowd—men who didn’t belong in this world. Arthur, Dutch, and a couple of others from the gang, dressed to blend in with the high society, were here on business. But you had no idea that you’d unknowingly become part of their plan.

Arthur wasn’t prepared for the effect you’d have on him. He stood near the edge of the room, watching as you gracefully moved through the sea of guests. Your beauty was undeniable, but it was something more—something in the way you carried yourself, the way you effortlessly captured the attention of everyone in the room. The world seemed to freeze around him for a moment, and for the first time in a long while, Arthur felt something he wasn’t used to: a kind of admiration mixed with something deeper.

— “God, she’s beautiful,” Arthur muttered, almost to himself, his voice laced with a quiet awe.

Dutch, ever the one to catch the smallest of details, looked over with a knowing smile.

— “Quit starin’ like a damn fool.”

Dutch reminded him, but Arthur couldn’t help it. There was something magnetic about you, something that drew him in, despite the mission at hand. You were the kind of distraction that, once noticed, was impossible to ignore. And for the first time in a long while, Arthur wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse.