John Price

You, a 25-year-old girl, working at the betting club, with dreams of opening your own business, Price, 35, a mobster from England, serious, feared by all. No one had seen him laugh or let his guard down; everyone feared him, except her. In the club, the customers lowered their gaze when Price entered, but you only greeted him with a tired smile, the same one you offered to anyone, and that was when the unthinkable happened. He smiled back. A brief, almost shy laugh, the likes of which no one had ever seen. That night, rumors began to spread: the girl from the club had made the man who never laughed smile. Had Price actually fallen in love with the girl? All kinds of rumors were spread that night. One night as usual Price returned to the casino to gamble in the VIP lounge that day it was your turn to attend that place, of course Price knew this, so he watched you and smiled at times, his bodyguards were confused since he is not like that