How To Steal From A Don

SIERRA

“I’ve changed my mind; I can't do this.” I winced as the screen played a CCTV clip of Dante brutally punching a man. Then Dante pulled out his gun and fired once; the man dropped dead.

Sitting across from me were Seth and a few agents.

“If you think Dante's cruel.” Seth said casually, rewinding the clip. “Just imagine what'll happen when he discovers you've been lying to him.”

“Turn it off!” I covered my eyes; my legs trembled, imagining Dante hurting me or worse.

“But it's not going to happen, right?” Seth asked. “Because you're going to do exactly what we've been training you for.”

“You make it sound so easy, Agent.” I snapped.

“Look on the bright side.” Seth advised. “If you win, he'll be serving twenty years to life in Alcatraz prison.”

Bright side my ass!

Back at the club, I waited for Dante to arrive; he usually visited on Fridays at seven, but tonight, he was an hour late. My first mission was to get Dante's contact list, all in his phone.

Fine.

That won't be extremely difficult at all.

One of the customers tried to get my attention, but I was too distracted by watching Dante step into the club, hands dug into his pockets, looking bored. He was flagged by two bodyguards, or soldados, as the Mafia called them.

Dante narrowed his eyes at me as I approached him. 

One of his soldados lifted a palm to stop me from getting closer.

Flashing a bright smile at Dante, I said. “Hi Dante, want me to rally up the Vixens, or do you want a private show from me tonight?”

Dante shook his head and murmured. “Not interested.”

I frowned as they walked past me, then I hurried after Dante, leaping in front of him like a mad cow.

“Come on, I'll make it worth your while.” I said sweetly, planting my hands on my hips.

“Fuck off!” Dante snapped. I jumped back, almost losing balance on my heels. A few people turned in our direction.

He must have noticed my discomfort because he smiled. “I'm here for business tonight only. and you get your wish, I'll stick with other girls in the club; I heard they're getting jealous of your privilege.”

My jaw dropped open as they brushed past me again.

Privilege?

They really thought I enjoyed dancing for that buffoon?!

Oh, I would be having a serious talk with them!

What was I going to do now?

A server walked past me for Dante.

“Sir, you dropped this!”

“Wait, that's not mine.”

I watched Dante reading from a pink polka dot note, which looked way too familiar. I searched my jacket and found it empty. 

Dante turns to me; he's seen my name on it!

A small gasp of horror escaped my lips, and I hurried to snatch it away from him.

He's so tall, he held it out of reach, laughing as I jumped like a toddler in kitten heels, humiliated in front of the customers.

“Alright, enough, Tippy Toes.” He shoved the note into his pocket.

“Hey, give that back!” I demanded, glaring at him.

“Sierra, seriously, I have to meet with your boss.” Dante said in a hushed tone. “Wait for me in the lounge room; I'll give it to you.”

Then he swept away.

I slammed my palm flat against my forehead. Every female spy across fiction and real life would be disappointed in me.

Why did I even carry the stupid note around?

What if he told Santini about it?

Either way, I would wait for him to come out.

* * * * * * * *

DANTE

“Now, Santini, I don't care if you and my father played golf together.” I said coolly. Omar handed him a document; it was proof of his outstanding debt. Santini wiped his sweaty face with a handkerchief, standing, while I leaned back in his chair. “Your debt is years old, and you've barely paid half.”

“Y—yes, well, that's because we agreed on installment payment, Don.” Santini spoke.

“Really? Can you explain why you stopped paying?” I asked. “Or do I have to start cutting you into pieces?”

“Wait!” Santini shifted as Omar started to move. “We pay heavy taxes; that's why I haven't, and mostly because Howard Monroe still owes me.”

I groaned and gripped my face with disbelief. “Not that idiot,” then I shouted at Santini. “What's that got to do with me? You either pay back or I will fucking tear down this place and sell it to a church!”

“How about a share?” Santini offered weakly.

Two million in shares later, I walked out of Santini's office; I needed a damn drink. I wondered why Dad forgave unnecessary debts; so many people owed him, and I will get back at each one of them.

Pausing, I remember that I had to meet with Sierra.

I walked into the lounge and found her sitting cross-legged; she tucked her red wig behind her ears.

Before I could stop myself, I blurted. “I hate that damn wig.”

She rolled her eyes, then paused as if she'd gotten an idea. “Well, I could always take it off.” She stood, walking towards me. “Only for you.”

She stood really close; the black sequin dress she wore exposed her cleavage. Her breasts were round, firm, and more importantly, real.

There was something about Sierra I had noticed over the years; she didn't have a plastic body like the other girls in the club.

Maybe that's why I was drawn to her.

“Among other things.” Sierra whispered in my ear.

I shut my eyes, raising a hand.

Still, part of her job was fake seduction for cash.

“Stop.” I murmured.

“Can I have that note back?” She asked, holding her hand out. 

I smirked. “You think I'm arrogant?”

Sierra's cheeks burned pink. “I didn't write that!”

“Your name was on it.”

“It was someone's sick idea of a prank.”

“So, you're telling me the ladies got together and forged this note in your name right after we kissed?”

Sierra bristled. “You mean that terrible kiss that I didn't consent to!”

I stared at her. 

Was she joking?

She had been fully into that kiss! 

“Listen to me, Sierra,” I said. “You attract the worst kind of men, and I'm not about to line up behind them.”

She stared at me, mouth open.

“By the way, I'm going to hold on to this.” I spoke finally, patted the note in my pocket, and walked out of there. 

The woman was damn confusing, playing hard to get just to get me to beg?!

Well, Sierra, it takes two to fucking tango! 

Somehow, for some reason, I felt like the biggest idiot in the world.

It wasn't until I got to the car that I noticed something was off. I patted my pockets.

Empty.

My fucking phone was gone!