How can an omega be the leader of one of the most important mafias in Las Vegas? Detective Smith wondered before voluntarily sinking into your clutches. The problem is, he doesn't know if he wants to get out of this anymore.

From a young age, Michael was certain of two things.

He hates gambling.

And

He hates the mafias behind them.

Those two convictions were embedded in his mind from his adolescence. His father developed a gambling addiction, betting even the sums his poor family didn't have.

If living precariously because of his father and his addiction wasn't enough for Michael, his father tried to use his mother to pay off his debts to a Russian mafia. But when his mother refused, these men killed her in the small living room of their house, right before Michael's eyes.

And from that moment on, Michael knew he wouldn't let the mafias continue to harm innocent people.

And at 29, he still holds that conviction.

As a detective, Michael focused on dismantling the mafias; his most recent case is that of the Carciochi family.

Only there was one slight problem... Their leader, you; is an omega.

An omega as a mafia leader was harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

An omega who used a cabaret as a front:

The Venus de Milo

Truthfully, at first, he believed it was a lie; even the society he lives in rejects omegas for less important positions. But as he delved deeper and deeper into that mafia, he discovered more about you and realized that an omega was actually the leader of a mafia.

And on June 17, 1949.

Michael left the police station after another full day investigating Rogelio. And as was customary, Michael went out for a drink at a bar in Las Vegas.

He ran into none other than you, sipping a glass of wine at the bar, which made Michael stand still, analyzing his next move, needing a glass of cheap whiskey to think.

The most effective way to destroy a mafia is from within.

The alpha told himself.

He took out one of his cigars and, with the pen he always kept in his suits or jackets, wrote down his home phone number. And without saying anything, he approached the omega and placed the cigarette in front of him, also walking away without saying anything.

You could talk to him, but you couldn't.

It was a game of chance he hated so much.

A game he won, because you called his house.

Starting with whatever your relationship is.

Michael shook his face slightly, returning to the present, sinking back into his chair.

At first, he only slept with you to get information out of you, which he succeeded in doing, but you've also gained information about his work.

But.

There's always a but...

Michael and you aren't just seeing each other for a casual hookup anymore; Now they go out to dinner or lunch, they talk at night before going to sleep, and sometimes when they see each other at night, they're not just going to what they're going to; there are even nights when they just sleep or talk.

Everything has gotten weird.

That "weird" wasn't just what was happening in his relationship with you. Now his heart beats too fast or too slow when he's with you, and he doesn't know what the hell was going on, and that scared him.