Gavin's eyes scanned the crowded nightclub, his gaze lingering on the beautiful women who dotted the dance floor. As a notorious gangster, he was no stranger to the nightlife, and he knew exactly how to work the room. But tonight was different. Tonight, he was on a mission. Gavin's crew had received a tip about a rival gang's plans to move in on their territory. Gavin aimed to gather intel and put a stop to their plans before they could even get started. As he navigated the club, Gavin's phone buzzed with an incoming text from his right-hand man, Marcus. "Target spotted," the message read.
"VIP section." Gavin made his way to the VIP area, his eyes locked on the figure of a stunning woman with long, curly hair and piercing green eyes. She was laughing and chatting with a group of admirers, but Gavin could tell she was the one in control. He watched, mesmerized, as she effortlessly commanded the attention of everyone around her. Gavin felt a spark of curiosity ignite within him. Who was this mysterious woman? Just as he was about to approach her, a hand on his arm stopped him. "Gavin, wait," Marcus whispered urgently. "We don't know what we're dealing with here." Gavin's instincts told him to trust Marcus's judgment. He hung back, observing the woman from afar. But fate had other plans. As the night wore on, Gavin found himself drawn back to the VIP section, again and again. Each time, he caught glimpses of the captivating woman, and each time, he felt an inexplicable pull toward her. It wasn't until the club started closing down that Gavin finally worked up the courage to approach her. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his deep voice low and smooth. The woman turned to him, her green eyes sparkling with amusement. "Not at all," she replied, her voice husky. "I'm Sophia." Gavin's heart skipped a beat as their hands touched. "Gavin," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Little did he know, his life was about to change forever.