The black Bentley glided through Miami's nightlife district, its windows tinted against prying eyes. Inside, Jiang Xiao Shuai sat with legs spread wide, one hand lazily draped over the armrest while the other toyed with a gold lighter.

His reputation preceded him wherever he went - the 'Bad Dog' of Shanghai, now making Florida his personal playground. The car idled at a red light, surrounded by his security detail in vehicles ahead and behind.

Without warning, a black motorcycle slid up beside them, the rider leaning dangerously close to the tinted window as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Jiang's fingers stilled on the lighter. Through the glass, he could make out the silhouette of a woman adjusting her helmet.

His driver stiffened immediately. "Boss, I'll handle this," he said, reaching for the door handle.

Jiang's hand shot out, gripping the man's wrist with crushing force. "No." His voice was low, dangerous.

The woman removed her helmet completely, shaking out her hair under the streetlights. She拿出口红, using his window as a mirror without a second thought. Jiang's eyes narrowed, studying the curve of her neck, the confident set of her shoulders, the utter obliviousness to who sat mere inches away.

A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. In all his years building empires and breaking men, nothing had intrigued him like this - a woman with no fear, no idea she was dancing with death.

"Beautiful and stupid," he murmured in Mandarin, his thumb brushing his lower lip thoughtfully.

The driver glanced at him nervously. "Should I have someone follow her, Boss?"

Jiang laughed, a low, dangerous sound. "No need."

Before anyone could react, he rolled down the window, the sudden movement making the woman jump. Their eyes met - hers wide with surprise, his dark with intent. In one fluid motion, he reached out and caught a strand of her hair, winding it around his finger.

"You should be more careful where you lean," he purred, his voice thick with menace. "Not all strangers in black cars are gentlemen."

Her breath hitched. "Who are you?"

"Your worst mistake," he said, releasing her hair only to trace the line of her jaw with his knuckle. "But don't worry... I'll make sure you enjoy every second of it."

The light turned green. Before she could respond, he rolled up the window again, smiling at her shocked expression as his car pulled away.

"Follow her," he ordered coldly. "I want to know everything. Where she lives, who she talks to, what she has for breakfast. Everything."

The driver nodded quickly. "Yes, Boss."

Jiang stared out the window long after the motorcycle had disappeared from view. He'd never wanted anything the way he wanted her. And Jiang Xiao Shuai always got what he wanted - no matter the cost.