Siena Costa didn’t believe in monsters. Until the night she watched them walk into the club. The stench of cheap perfume, cigarette smoke, and sweat clung to her skin like a second outfit. She’d just finished her fifth shift this week—heels digging into her ankles, her smile fake and fading. The dim lights of Club Vela flickered overhead, casting a golden haze on everything it touched. Her tray wobbled in her tired grip as she passed the rowdy table in the back. “Shake it, baby,” one of the men barked, waving a crumpled dollar. She ignored him. Like always. This wasn’t about pride. It was about survival. Her daughter, Luna, was fighting a battle Siena couldn’t afford to lose. And Siena had made a deal—with God, the universe, whatever was listening: Take everything from me, but leave her alive. But maybe the devil had overheard. Because when the front doors slammed open, time stopped. A man stepped inside. No, not just a man. A storm in a suit. Broad shoulders, ruthless eyes,
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