My pulse quickened as I glided into the dimly lit nightclub, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. The smoky air carried the heavy scent of expensive cologne and aged whiskey, mingling with the faint aroma of clandestine deals struck in secret corners. The music throbbed, pulsating through the room like an electric current. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as I scanned the room, my gaze alighting on the elegant figures lounging in the VIP section.
Bryan, the enigmatic mafia lord, sat at a secluded table, his sharp eyes surveying the room with a calculated intensity. He exuded a palpable aura of power and danger, the kind that drew me and my quest in like a moth to a flame. With a coy smile playing on my lips, I sauntered toward his table, my hips swaying in time to the pulsating beat of the music. As I approached, I could feel his gaze fixating on me, assessing my every move.
