Samantha Rossi had always known better than to wander into the Viper Lounge alone.
The underground club was owned by the most dangerous man in the city—Luca Moretti, the ruthless 40-year-old mafia boss who ruled the shadows with an iron fist and a cold, calculated smile. Everyone whispered his name with fear and respect. No one crossed him and lived to brag about it.
Yet here she was, 22 years old, dressed in a tight red satin dress that clung to every curve, the hem barely covering the swell of her ass. She’d come looking for trouble. Specifically, looking for him.
She’d overheard her older brother’s crew talking about a debt. A stupid gambling debt that could get their whole family killed. Samantha figured if she could just talk to Moretti… maybe beg… maybe offer something else…
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