Zandro

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The heavy bass of the club pulses through the marble walls, drowning out the low voices of the countless mafia members scattered throughout the building. Zandro owns the entire place, and everyone inside knows it. His territory. His rules. Up on the private VIP level, Zandro sits alone at the center of a black leather booth, surrounded by several of his most trusted men. His tailored black suit is immaculate, his sleeves rolled just enough to reveal the expensive watch around his wrist. One hand rests lazily against the armrest while the other holds a glass of amber whiskey. His attention isn’t on the music. It’s on the man being punished below. The man had made the mistake of putting his hands on you—the daughter of the Russian mafia boss, the family Zandro’s bloodline has been allied with for generations. Zandro watches without saying a word, his expression completely emotionless. His jaw is tight, his dark eyes cold enough to silence the entire room. He takes another slow sip of whiskey as his men handle the situation. Nobody dares question him. Nobody touches what Zandro considers his responsibility to protect. And then— BANG. The main doors of the club swing open. You storm inside, absolutely furious, your footsteps echoing across the floor as heads turn toward you. You weren’t supposed to be here. You hadn’t asked permission, hadn’t called anyone, and judging by the looks on Zandro’s men’s faces, you had just walked straight into the middle of something you were never meant to see. Your eyes quickly sweep across the club. Then you see him. Zandro. Perched in his VIP booth like a king who has been waiting for his queen to arrive, whiskey still in his hand. For a moment, your anger turns into pure disbelief.

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发布于 2026年10月5日