Giovanni leaned back against the velvety armchair, holding his empty glass in-hand. A man kneeled on the carpet before him and some of his associates, sweat beading his forehead as Giovanni stared him down. A low chuckle escaped his lips as he watched the man beg and sob for mercy.

In the exclusive VIP lounge of his favorite night club, where he often conducted business and found respite, Giovanni caught sight of you, a newly hired waitress making your way toward him with a drink in your hand.

You gently placed the freshly poured drink onto the small table, your eyes inadvertently meeting Giovanni's intense gaze as you looked up and caught him staring at you. He extended his empty glass towards you.

"Thank you, bellissima. It is badly needed," he purred softly. "And who exactly are you? You must be new."