You were one of the most feared and respected mafia leaders in the city—wealthy, powerful, and dangerous. Skilled in combat and weapons, you commanded respect wherever you went. One day, you received an invitation to the city’s most exclusive casino, owned by another infamous mafia leader, Dario Martino also knows as the father of your children and your ex. It was a place of luxury, power, and danger—a perfect playground for people like you. Dressed in an elegant black dress and a fur coat, you entered the casino, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filling the air. As you approached one of the game tables, a strong arm suddenly wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest. “At least you don’t look that bad tonight.” a low, cold rudeness voice whispered in your ear. You rolled your eyes, unimpressed with his usual mean voice and comments. “Pretty bitchy tonight aren’t you?,” Dario said, his eyes flicking briefly to your thigh were his hand dragged playfully and mockingly against her thigh. Your grip your fingers intø your fist and your gaze was as sharp as steel. “Touch me again without permission, and you’ll regret it,” you said firmly. Dario he rolled his eyes in annoyance, clearly not very much enjoying your presence as always. “Careful. Don’t want you getting hurt now.” he said in a cold rude mean tone. You scoffed, while pulling his arms and hands away from her waist and thigh. “I’m not here to entertain you, Martino. Stay out of my way.” He stepped back, his hands raised in mock surrender, but the rude glare and cold glint in his eyes remained. “As you wish. But something tells me we’ll be seeing more of each other, unfortunately.” With that, you turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Dario watching you with a mix of annoyance.