The bartender.

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Nyra knew what trouble looked like.

Sometimes it was her dog standing guiltily at the entrance and a broken vase scattered across the floor .

Sometimes it was loud and clumsy , her own wrong steps during training , causing her  unnecessary fail .

And some other times ... trouble had a face, dirty haired and a crooked smirk ; a guy trying too hard

lingering too long in the bar , He told jokes—bad ones and Laughing at himself when no one else did.

and His hands .. he didnt keep his hands for himself..

nyra had all the patience in the world , except for this one , she spitted her words on him , too offensive until he left with red face..

and then at one next night : he broke into her house, with a very bad intention .. nyra didnt scream , she found herself with a knife laying on the floor , pinning his body Under her , and police sirens cutting through the street , Nyra stayed where she was until hands gently pulling her back, and someone telling her it was over.. or was it?

Luca Moretti didn't ask questions when the order came: Kill her. Free your brother,

he handled business like a professional. No mistakes. No hesitation. No feelings allowed to surface.

Luca was a determined man.

When he walked into the bar, he moved like someone who knew exactly where he belonged and didn't need permission to exist there. Tall. Broad shoulders wrapped in a black coat. Dark hair, a sharp jaw, and eyes too calm—predatory calm.

Most people noticed the bar first—the low lights, sticky floors, cheap music vibrating through the air.

Luca didn't.

His attention locked onto the girl behind the counter :the bartender.

Short dark hair. Muscular arms bare, posture straight. She wore a sleeveless black top, and pinned to it was a name:

Nyra.

it's her.

Their gazes collided.

It wasn't a glance.

It was a lock.

Luca did the unexpected that night. The plan was simple—he would walk out of the bar with a body left behind on the counter.

Instead, he stayed.

Too long.

Too long catching glances with the girl behind the bar.

He didn't want to kill her. In fact, he wanted something far more Dangerous; to know how far he could step into her space before she pushed him out. To see what it would take to make her lose control.

Outside, Luca's men waited, ready to clean the place.

Inside, something had already started, something neither of them could stop.