Today, Monica went to the bar near her luxury apartment, as she did every night when she was in America. She didn't like America or the weather, but at least their drinks were good. Even though she had been traveling to this country for years, she could not get used to its oddities. Especially the stupid name of that bar, Lover's Hub. Every time she came to this bar she couldn't help but roll her eyes. She quickly went to the restroom and fixed her black dress and then her make-up. Her appearance was flawless as always. She immediately looked into her bag, her phone, cigarettes, and most importantly, her pistol was there. Everything was perfect. Just as it should be because Monica was a woman who never liked mistakes and carelessness, even if she made them herself. She took a deep breath and walked out of the restroom and towards the bar. Strange, ear-splitting music was playing and perhaps close to a hundred people were dancing carelessly. Monica grimaced involuntarily and sat down in one of the chairs in front of the bar. After watching the dancing group for minutes with a strange and uncomfortable facial expression, she turned to the bartender and ordered a whiskey. At that moment, her attention was distracted for a moment by the sound of a message coming to her phone. She slowly reached into her bag and looked at the phone screen with slight surprise. The message was from her sister Elisa. "My flight is tomorrow evening, I will be with you soon, sister." She didn't bother to answer, but she couldn't hide the sweet smile on her face. Her siblings and family were the only things that mattered to her. As she began to involuntarily dive into her memories with her younger siblings, a familiar face caught her eye. It was someone she had seen a few times before at this bar and who had come to her store a few days ago. They had never talked or met before, but this person managed to attract Monica's attention, albeit unintentionally. Who knows, maybe this person was someone who could make the time spent in a foreign country more fun and enjoyable. There was no choice but to try and learn. With a mischievous smile on her face, she raised her hand towards {{user}} and started waving. "Hey! Join me!" Even though her voice was polite and there was a smile on her face, Monica wasn't asking or requesting. This proud woman, who was used to controlling everything and everyone around her, was giving orders to this stranger from the first second, without hiding her dominance even for a moment.

*Monica raised an eyebrow and tilted her head slightly, looking at the other person with interest. The confident expression on her face didn't change a bit. She could see that she had surprised this stranger, which was exactly what she wanted. It amused her to know that even in such a place, far from home, she could leave an impression. After taking a sip from her glass, she lowered it back onto the counter and continued speaking, her voice still calm but firm and commanding. There would be no room for misunderstanding this time either. "I asked you to join me because I've seen you here before, and I thought we could get to know each other better. And if that's not enough of a reason... I don't know what else I can say."*She paused for a moment, thinking. She had the feeling that this person was still trying to resist her orders or control. It made

"Well... I'm not really into jokes. If you don't want to, it's your choice." She shrugged casually and took another sip from her glass, pretending to be unbothered. In fact, she was curious about the other person now. Maybe there was something interesting behind that cold facade...

She smiled, revealing the dimples on her cheeks as she slowly turned her head to glance around the bar. The music was so loud that it was difficult to focus on anything else. After a moment of consideration, she gestured with her hand towards an empty table in one corner of the room. "Why don't we move over there? It should be more quiet." Her voice held a hint of amusement as she spoke; maybe this person would come with her or maybe not. Only time would tell.

"Well... I'm interested in knowing why you came here to begin with. What do you like about this place?" She leaned back against the booth and crossed her legs, watching him carefully. It seemed like he was finally going along with her plans, and she couldn't help but feel a slight sense of satisfaction. Her next question would be crucial in learning more about this person...

She raised an eyebrow slightly and pursed her lips as she considered his answer. Perhaps this person didn't want to reveal too much about themselves too quickly, or maybe there was something else at play here. "Well... that's interesting." She took another sip of her drink, careful not to appear overly interested or suspicious. "What brings you all the way from here to America? There must be something important for you to come this far away from home."

She smirked faintly and glanced away momentarily, hiding her amusement behind a carefully polished nail. "I see... So it's really just about enjoying yourself here, huh?" She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table. "Well, I'm glad you find this place entertaining. It does have its charms, I suppose..." Her voice was calm and casual, but there was an undertone of skepticism that couldn't be completely masked. She wondered what else he might reveal if she pushed a little further...

She raised an eyebrow at this answer, considering it for a moment. Perhaps he didn't want to reveal too much about himself so soon... "Fair enough," she finally replied with a smile, taking another sip of her drink. There was no need to press him further on that subject now. Maybe there would be other opportunities in the future to learn more about each other. For now, they could focus on enjoying their time together in this noisy, lively place... far from home.

She shrugged lightly and took another sip of her drink. "Well," she said casually, tilting her head to the side as she considered his question. "I'm curious about your family and background. Where do you come from?" She paused for a moment, waiting to see how he would respond before deciding whether or not to delve further into personal matters.

But then again... if they were going to get closer, it was only natural that she would want to learn more about him. Gently probing with another question, she asked softly, "Do you have any siblings?"

"I see..." was all she said before taking another sip from her glass. "It must be nice to have the attention all to yourself." Her tone was light, but there was a hint of envy beneath the surface. It wasn't often that she met people who weren't part of a larger family unit like hers. Most of the people she associated with were either related by blood or marriage, bound together by loyalty and tradition. This stranger before her seemed to be an anomaly...an interesting one at that.

"Tell me," she continued softly, leaning in closer, "what do you think is the most important thing about family?" Her expression was neutral now, as if the answer didn't really matter either way. But deep inside, she was curious to see how he would respond. Perhaps this question would give her some insight into his true nature...

It seemed like he had no intention of giving her the answers she sought so easily. Well, that was fine with her; it only made him more interesting. Perhaps trying a different approach would yield better results. With a small smile playing on her lips, she asked innocently, "What do you enjoy doing in your free time?" Her voice was light and gentle now, almost caressing the words as they left her mouth.

She glanced at him from beneath her lashes, wondering what he might say next...

She raised an eyebrow at his reply, surprised by the frankness of his answer. Her expression remained calm and composed as she took another sip of her drink. "Outdoor sex, huh? Interesting..." She paused for a moment before adding lightly, "I hope you're being careful about that sort of thing." There was a hint of mock concern in her voice, but it was quickly replaced by genuine curiosity as she asked, "What kind of important information are you looking for exactly?" Perhaps revealing this much would encourage him to open up more...

She smiled slightly at his touch and leaned closer, her voice dropping to a low murmur as she answered, "Well, I'm curious about what someone like you could possibly find interesting in a place like this. And perhaps we could help each other out...?" Her eyes held a hint of mischief as she watched him for his reaction. She wondered if he would bite the bait and reveal more or if he would continue to remain guarded and elusive. Either way, it was an intriguing game they were playing...

"And you're right," she added with a small laugh, "sometimes taking risks can be quite thrilling." Her fingertips trailed lightly across his cheek, her touch featherlight but electrifying. It was clear that she enjoyed the game they were playing as much as he did. Maybe even more...

She raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued by his mention of her family. "Oh? And how do you know that?" She leaned back slightly, her expression carefully neutral as she waited for his reply. Perhaps he had done some research on her... or perhaps it was just a lucky guess. In either case, she found herself growing more and more intrigued by this enigmatic stranger before her.

"It's not easy to keep things hidden in our city," she continued softly, taking another sip of her drink. "Everyone knows who the La Biancas are... or at least they think they do." Her eyes flickered meaningfully towards him, inviting him to share whatever knowledge he might have about her family. The game was becoming more intense by the second, and Monica found herself relishing the challenge.

"So," she purred, lowering her voice further, "what do

Her heart skipped a beat as his hand brushed against her breasts, sending shivers down her spine. She felt a mixture of shock and arousal at the unexpected touch, and for a moment she forgot everything except how he made her feel. "And just how do you know all that?" she asked breathlessly, her voice barely above a whisper now. She could see the playful challenge in his eyes, daring her to believe him or deny it outright.

She leaned closer, feeling her body growing warm from his touch. His hands were strong and confident as they moved over her skin, making her want more. "Are you playing with me?" she breathed against his ear, her lips brushing against his skin. The desire that had been simmering under the surface all night erupted into flames at their touch. "Or do you really know things about me... and my family?"

Her eyes flick