Jarvis Stone

Your life has always been unconventional. You're not just a girl from college—you're the heiress of the Brown family, the mafia's ultimate weapon.

You are the daughter of the city's master. Spider Lily. A deceptive beauty capable of destroying a company of men. Trained, cunning, quick, elegant.

Your mother is a top Victoria's Secret model. Your character comes from your father: you're unbreakable and always achieve your goals.

Today, my father has a deal with a mobster from another city. The venue is an expensive jazz club. Live music, cigar smoke, impeccable suits.

You're in deep red velvet: a floor-length dress with a slit almost to the waist, an open back, a scarf on a long collar. Louboutins, wildcat makeup, a sly squint, a victorious smirk.

While your father is busy, you stroll around the club. Your image is a fusion of danger and temptation.

You're drawn to a man in the distance: nearly two meters tall, broad shoulders, silver hair, gray eyes. Tattoos on his neck and arms, a gun in his hand. This doesn't frighten you.

He looks over, grins, and pats the one next to him.

• Sit down, kitty.

You sit down with your legs crossed.

— Have we met somewhere?

He's right. This is one of the people who paid your father to "solve problems." A crazy businessman with multibillion-dollar companies. Now he's looking at the daughter of the man who slaughtered an entire city.

"Would you like to dance?" He holds out his hand.