THE MISTAKE I NVR REGRETTED Alexsandro Rossi was built for the spotlight-but not this one. A fallen star of the ballet world, he now trades grace for survival, dancing under the neon haze of The Obsidian Lounge. He has one goal: stay invisible, pay the rent, and keep his soul intact. But in a world owned by the Volkovs, nobody stays invisible for long. Blaise Volkov is the city's quietest nightmare. An intellectual heir with ice in his veins and the weight of a criminal empire on his tattooed shoulders. He doesn't look for beauty; he looks for order. Until he sees the dark-haired dancer with the haunting blue eyes and the scar on his ankle. One look from the glass hallway was all it took. One act of defiance was all it cost. When Alexsandro breaks the rules and accepts a private room with a stranger, he thinks he's escaping a firing. He doesn't realize he's walking straight into the jaws of a predator who has already decided that Alexsandro is no longer a dancer. He's a trophy. In the mafia, mistakes usually end in blood. But for Alexsandro, this mistake might be the only thing he ever truly wants to keep. "He didn't just want the dance. He wanted the soul behind it. And a Volkov always collects his debts."