All Chapters of Yours Wickedly, Sierra : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

SIERRAOn the biggest night of my ballet career, with the audience applause still ringing in my ears, all I wanted was to celebrate with my boyfriend, Anton.Instead, I walked in on him celebrating with someone else. “Oh, yes, yes!” she moaned, while he pumped into her on the sofa.The bouquet of red roses in my arms crashed to the floor with a thud. I couldn't breathe because my chest began to burn to the highest point. Upon seeing me, they fell off each other, hurrying to pull on their clothes.“Sierra?!” My so-called boyfriend and director, Anton, spoke in a hushed tone. The other woman stood frozen in terror.“You son-of-a-bitch!” I snapped, glaring at him, and hot tears flowed from my eyes. “Sleeping with my backup dancer? In my dressing room!”Anton gave a careless shrug. “You're talented.” Then he looked me up and down slowly like I was something cheap. “But offstage, let's face it, Sierra, you are like a wet rag, undesirable, and honestly, I'm bored with you.”My fingers fle

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 d

DANTE“Let go!” Sierra whispered against my lips; my fingers dug into her hips. I nipped her lower lip. “No,” I replied stubbornly; the rush of desire was too hard to resist until Sierra was pulled away from my arms.“Break it up, you two!” Howard barked at us.I tried to catch my breath, then a fist came flying at my face; I sidestepped easily. The idiot stumbled like a clumsy drunk, while I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, watching him. Moron.“Howie!” Sierra cried in alarm, reaching to hold him upright.Howard glared at me as if in disbelief. “Oh, my God in Heaven. If you touch her again, I'll...”“Or what, Monroe?” I asked, stepping forward in challenge.Howard quickly jumped back in retreat. “Nothing, I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was you, Don Spinelli,” he muttered.I nodded with an air of authority. “That's what I thought.”Upon turning to Sierra, Howard's fingers gripped her face. “Are you okay, sis?” She nodded. “Yes, I'm fine.”Howard dragged his sister out of there

DANTE"Marchesi, I wish I could say this little ambush was a pleasant surprise." I said coolly. "But I'm not really in the mood for a meeting."Who the hell let him into my house? I shot Frankie a glance; he wouldn't meet my eyes.Rory leaned back, maddeningly relaxed. "You don't return phone calls, and I've been waiting two months to set an appointment. I believe common courtesy says to hear me out."I frowned. What's with everyone and courtesy today?Out loud, I said, "After you."Frankie hurried to unlock the door. Rory walked inside.When his soldados moved to follow, Frankie blocked the doorway with an arm.Rory looked at me, and I could tell he was dying to have his men with him.I shrugged, pretending not to notice. "My home is secured, so we don't need them."Rory nodded and waved at his soldados to step back. Frankie slammed the door shut and waited.I sank into the chair behind my desk. My hand brushed under it, making sure the gun was still there."I have to say congratulat