Bianca walked into the Casino.

She had chosen to go modern minimalist and was wearing a dress that sent out very clear signals.

A structured white dress with sharp lines, off-the-shoulder, cinched at the waist with a metallic belt. No sparkle, no noise—just clean geometry and flawless fabric. Paired with nude heels and a simple clutch, she radiated power through restraint.

Bianca Cruz meant business.

Heads turned, whispers rose, but no one confronted the young woman, who was accompanied by the burly, tattooed biker and a couple of his men, all sending out dangerous signals.

Smiling to herself, Bianca marched into Liam O’Grady’s office and sank down on the leather...