The casino was shining brightly under the city's night sky, looking luxurious and full of fun. Sofia Moreau got out of a shiny black car, she was wearing a beautiful red dress that sparkled in the light.
The dress was cut high on one side, showing a little of her leg just enough for heads to turn, and her hair styled in loose waves. Her makeup was perfect. Tonight, she was more than a spy; she was the perfect bait.
Inside the casino, there was a lot of activity going on. The air smelled of expensive perfume, cigar smoke, and the excitement of people betting large amounts of money.
Sofia headed straight to the bar and ordered a drink, while looking around the room. Then she saw him—Luca Bellini. He was sitting at a private poker table, the table for the big boys laughing loudly, one but
