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Yours Wickedly, Sierra

Chapter 3 How To Steal From A Don

Word Count: 1153    |    Released on: 24/07/2025

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en played a CCTV clip of Dante brutally punching a man. Then

rom me were Seth

y, rewinding the clip. "Just imagine what'll ha

yes; my legs trembled, imagin

eth asked. "Because you're going to do e

und so easy, Ag

ed. "If you win, he'll be serving twe

side

ted on Fridays at seven, but tonight, he was an hour late. My f

i

extremely di

watching Dante step into the club, hands dug into his pockets, looking bor

s eyes at me as I

ifted a palm to stop

i Dante, want me to rally up the Vixens, or

ead and murmured.

then I hurried after Dante, leap

your while." I said sweetly,

ck, almost losing balance on my heels.

business tonight only. and you get your wish, I'll stick with other

pen as they brus

vil

t I enjoyed dancin

having a seriou

I going t

lked past m

u droppe

hat's no

dot note, which looked way too familiar.

me; he's seen

ped my lips, and I hurried

hing as I jumped like a toddler in kitten h

y Toes." He shoved the

back!" I demande

boss." Dante said in a hushed tone. "Wait for

e swep

ead. Every female spy across fiction an

carry the stu

told Santin

ould wait for h

* *

A

im a document; it was proof of his outstanding debt. Santini wiped his sweaty face with a handkerchi

e we agreed on installment

opped paying?" I asked. "Or do I ha

e. "We pay heavy taxes; that's why I haven't,

I shouted at Santini. "What's that got to do with me? You either pay

hare?" Santini

needed a damn drink. I wondered why Dad forgave unnecessary debts

er that I had to

d her sitting cross-legged; she t

myself, I blurted. "

tten an idea. "Well, I could always take it off

s she wore exposed her cleavage. Her breasts

iced over the years; she didn't have a pla

why I was d

ngs." Sierra whi

eyes, rais

r job was fake se

" I mu

e back?" She asked,

You think I'

urned pink. "I di

ame was

ne's sick ide

got together and forged this note

an that terrible kiss th

red a

he jo

n fully int

attract the worst kind of men, and

d at me,

his." I spoke finally, patted the note

sing, playing hard to ge

t takes two to

n, I felt like the bigg

car that I noticed something

pt

ng phone

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Yours Wickedly, Sierra
Yours Wickedly, Sierra
“"You like that?" Sierra purred with mischief sparkling in her eyes. "Yeah, you were fucking made for me." I rasped when I pulled my head up. I was brick hard myself. I rolled with her until she was on top of me, while I snuggled back into her pillows. * * * Sierra Monroe was a rising ballerina until one mistake crushed her dreams. Now broke and desperate to save her gambling brother from debt, she signs a shady contract at Club Seven to dance as a stripper behind a mask for Boston's most dangerous nightclub owner. The rules were simple: no names and no touching. Then came Don Dante Spinelli. Falling for Dante was never part of the plan. The closer she gets to Dante, the more things get tangled. Will Sierra choose justice or desire? Or will Dante risk his empire for love? Find out more in Book Two of the Spinelli Chronicles.”