"It's all there," I say, handing him the duffle bag filled to the brim with cocaine over the table. I continue sipping my bourbon as he examines the bag, taking each package out and weighing it.

The Italian mafia's main source of income is arms dealing but they also have a very successful drug trafficking business. We don't waste our time selling to individuals, instead we sell to drug suppliers who then go on to sell it to their dealers.

Lorenzo assigned me to deal with this job because my farther has one of the biggest drug rings in the world, meaning I have plenty insider knowledge on how these deals should go down.

Rule number one is to always meet in a public place, some people are so desperate for drugs that they're willing to ambush the most powerful mafia in the world so you've got to stay in the open.

Right now I'm sat in one of Lorenzo's clubs, in the private vip area overlooking the drunken dancers below.

"How can we be sure it's as pure as you claim?" The new customer asks sceptically. I grab the bag and pull out a wrapped parcel before reaching into my shoe and pulling out my fifteen inch Rambo.

I cut it open and pull out a small baggie, lining six lines on the table with my card. I snort three of them before motioning for him to join me. He snorts two and his partner finishes the last one.

"Well?" I ask, wiping my nose.

"Yeah that'll do it," He grunts. His reaction was predictable, this shit is strong, the purest in the country.

Happy with the quality, he hands over the money and descends the club stairs towards the exit. I start to feel restless as the drugs and alcohol immediately hit.

Suddenly the alluring sound of laughter catches my attention.

I look down from the balcony over looking the dance floor as my eyes immediately find the girl in the black dress.

Her hips sway side to side, causing her short velvet dress to ride up ever so slightly, revealing her smooth thighs. I'm fully mesmerised by this girl, her tempting aura drawing me in.

Not only until she spins around and we make eye contact do I realise that it's Sin. Feeling an undeniable sense of protectiveness over her, I storm over to the stairs and down onto the dance floor.

I pull the guy she's dancing with off of her and wedge myself between them.

"Hey man, what the fuck." The middle aged man whines. I'm fully prepared to right hook him but the sound of giggling pulls me out of my angry haze.

I turn to Sin who looks very amused, most likely because of my furious state. "What are you doing here? This is no place for a sixteen year old girl," I whisper angrily.

She continues to dance, clearly wasted. "Actually seventeen," She corrects, peaking at her apple watch.

Suddenly something in the distance catches her attention, "Come on have a drink with me," She smiles while pulling my arm through the crowd.

As we reach the bar she approaches a girl with sandy blonde hair. "Elena Santiago, Santiago Elena," She introduces us before ordering fifteen shots.

What's with this girl and excessive drinking?

The shots come out swiftly and they both reach forward to grab one. "Come onnnnn," She drags out. "It's my birthday," She tries to persuade after noticing that I'd failed to grab a shot.

Wanting to appease her for some reason, I sigh and take one from off the counter. We all tilt them back as Sin immediately reaches for another.

"Shots, shots, shots!" The drunken friend chants as Sin takes another after another. She grimaces, making me laugh at her scrunched up face.

"What you think you could do better than that?" She elbows me and points to the six shots she downed in ten seconds.

Now in my defence, I am under the influence of mind altering drugs so my decision to get into a drinking contest with Sin was not entirely my fault.

We spent the next two hours getting absolutely plastered, so much so that her friend puked all over herself. We had to put her in a taxi back to her hotel.

Now it was just me and Sin sloppily dancing on the dance floor. Her dark hair bounces around her as she moves with the beat. She wraps her arms around my shoulders as we continue to move in sync.

She's smiling up at me as I stare down at her angelic face, only just now noticing that her eyes are two different colours.

As I stare down at her I come to the realisation that she just might be the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her adorable freckles contrast with the sharpness of the scar jutting across her left eyebrow and the one hiding behind her ear.

She's unique. Dangerous but cute.

Before I can even process what I'm doing, I'm leaning in to kiss her.

Our lips connect as my tongue hungrily enters her mouth, her fingers intertwining with my hair as she desperately pulls me in closer.

After a minute I feel her pull away, leaving an empty ache in my chest. She urgently grabs my arm leading me through the crowd and up the stairs, turning around every once in a while to give me a sloppy kiss.

We both clumsily open doors, searching for any empty room. I point to the stair well that leads up to the roof as a last resort. We both drunkenly run up the stairs, and come crashing onto the roof.

I wasn't expecting it to be so beautiful up here, it's completely deserted. A lounge area sits in the corner surrounded by fairy lights and lanterns.

Before I can even register what's happening her lips are back on mine again. She pushes me onto the sofa and climbs on top of me, straddling my lap as she leans over and deepens our kiss.

I break our kiss and flip her over so that she's under me as we hurriedly take off our clothes. She pulls her dress up, revealing her flowery purple panties with a matching bra.

I have to take a second to take in the sight in front of me. Her tan skin glows under the soft gleam of the lanterns, illuminating every scar and mark that adorns her body.

I kiss in between her chest before trailing down to her belly button, then delicately kissing her inner thighs. She squirms under my touch and grabs my hair, pulling me back up to her mouth.

"Please," She pants into my mouth. "Please what hermosa?" I whisper in her ear, needing confirmation.

"Please just-" She whines desperately while unbuckling my belt. "I need you."

Her whining that she needs me does something to me that I can't explain. I hastily take off the rest of my clothes, leaving me in just my boxers as I unhook her bra.

She gasps and arches her back as I take her nipple in my mouth. The streets of Italy are still live with people but I couldn't care less if anyone saw us. I need to be near her, inside her.

"Are you sure?" I ask one last time. She nods. "Words mi amor."

"Yes I'm sure-" She can barely finish her sentence before I've slammed into her, causing her to gasp and tighten around me.

I watch as her eyes roll back into her head as she moans softly. Our bodies slam together as I start picking up my pace, the pleasure taking over all my senses.

"Ah," She yelps in pain, placing her hand on my stomach. "Shit I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" I ask panicked. She shakes her head no and tries to readjust herself.

I go slower, burying my head into the crook of her neck as we melt into one another. I can tell she's about to finish when she becomes a moaning, shaking mess underneath me.

I feel her tense up then release as I do the same, collapsing on top of her.