At exactly 1:00 a.m., Cleo wandered through a narrow alley on the east side of the city, hands tucked into the pockets of her black coat. As the woman everyone feared—the head of the city's most powerful mafia family—she rarely walked alone, but tonight she had slipped away from her guards.

A girl leaning wandering caught her attention.

"You look lost," Cleo teased with a crooked smile.

"I don't get lost," Guest replied, smirking.

"Confident. I like that."

Guest stepped closer. "You flirt with strangers in dark alleys often?"

"Only the pretty ones."