All Chapters of Yours Wickedly, Sierra : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Operation Plus One

SIERRA "Sierra, do you need assistance?" Seth asked again. My ears were ringing with panic, barely concentrating on Seth's voice. How could I have been so careless? I shoved the wire into the toilet and flushed it. Then I came out of the stall and bumped into someone. Brittany stood before me, arms crossed with a raised brow, dressed in a long strapless black gown and short bob blond wig. My shoulders slumped as I let out a sigh of relief that quickly became confusion. "Brittany?" I said with annoyance, walking for the sink. "What in the name of all things holy are you doing here?" I pumped soap into my palms and began to wash my fingers under the cool running water. "That's funny; I should be asking you the same." Brittany replied. "Who invited you?" Great. "The host." Brittany blinked rapidly. "Dante Spinelli?

Last Updated : 2025-10-22

Do We Have A Truce?

DANTE Nothing was more pathetic than watching a woman cry over getting caught in the act, and Sierra checked every box. I marched out of the room, regretting ever inviting her; she'd been busting my balls ever since she walked in tonight. I found the soldados surrounding whatshisname in the parking lot. The guy looked confused. "You realize this is harassment," Nolan said defensively. "I got rights." "The only right you have here is breathing," I replied. Nolan gulped. I looked at a soldado, Fitz. "He's got nothing but an ID and ice cream shop coupons," Fitz confirmed, handing me Nolan's wallet. I grimaced at him. "What are you? Five?" Nolan eyed me. "You know, you seem familiar. Are you that Mafia guy from the news or something?" Someone punched Nolan in the gut; he let out a grunt and bent low.

Last Updated : 2025-10-23

You're Out

SIERRA When we pulled apart, Dante's eyes shifted, indicating someone was behind us. Just in time, I caught a flash of a short jet-black-and-red ombre wig and bronze skin disappearing from the lounge. Scarlett. I shot to my feet. "Oh no!" Bloody hell was more like it. My heart nosedived into my belly as the air thinned around me. I glanced at Dante, who had stretched his legs and spread an arm on top of the couch, more relaxed than ever. "Why didn't you warn me earlier?!" I snapped. "Why'd you kiss me?!" Dante simply shrugged. "What's the big deal?" he asked. "We've kissed a couple of times, and it's already been established that I like the taste of your mouth." Grinding my teeth together, I forced a glare at him. "That's so not the point right now!" Then I rushed out of the lounge, jogging after Scarlett. "Scar!" I called.

Last Updated : 2025-10-24

Blondie Vs. The Queen

HOWARD The only reason I hated my job was the clients. I made a living by helping rich bastards, whether they inherited old money or suffered from the suddenly rich syndrome, feel good about being financially stupid. Take Pamela Lucario, for example, who acted surprised when I told her she'd maxed out her black credit card on Prada shoes. She sat before my desk, gazing up from her manicured nails to meet my eyes. "Well, how was I supposed to know buying a new heels collection would cost that much?" She asked innocently. "Maybe by reading the price tags?" I suggested. Pamela narrowed her eyes at me. Turning to Pamela's husband, Luther, bald and thrice Pamela's age of twenty-four. I said. "There you have it. It wasn't basic essentials like the phone bills or electricity." I spoke flatly. "Just shoes." Luther chuckled and quickly shut up as he earned

Last Updated : 2025-10-25

Who Are You, Sierra?

SIERRA "You realize what this means, right?" Santini asked me in his office, his smile as crooked as a cane. "You might have to work even harder to make more than you earned with the Vixens." I folded my arms. "I'm surprised you're worried about how I'll handle myself." I said casually. "We've made plenty these past few years, and somehow, I'm still short of three million." Santini thumbed the wheel of his lighter; a flame appeared and neatly lit his cigar. I recognized it as a Spinelli blend. "Who do you think makes your shows safe? Me." He clarified, "If you read the contract, many expenses come out of your paycheck." Despite the fact that I wanted to tell him where he could shove his contract, I kept a smooth face. Santini blew a thick cloud of smoke. "If you've got problems with the Vixens, sort it out amongst yourselves." Walking out of his office, I realized

Last Updated : 2025-10-26

Eye Contact and Ice-Cream

SIERRA On the other side of the door, Seth stood, holding a grocery bag, his tie hung loose, and had a tired-looking expression. "Hi," he said, his voice rough from exhaustion. "Hi." As I moved aside for him to pass, I caught a scent of aftershave. "Is there a problem?" I asked as I tried to read his serious expression. "Is it Dante?" Seth shook his head. "No. I thought I'd make a house call and brought some ice cream." Well, that was unexpected. But I managed an "Oh." I wasn't so sure that was his only reason. He studied my black tight shirt tucked in a pink skirt and pointe shoes. "Do you have an audition to go to?" "I wish." After I grabbed bowls and spoons to eat the ice-cream, we settled on the couch. He stared at the TV aimlessly, and I could tell he wasn't interested in the cheesy rom-com playi

Last Updated : 2025-10-27

The Senate is in Session

DANTE "Dante!" A voice called through my sleep, then a hand shook me. "Wake up." Forcing my eyelids open, I found Frankie standing above me. Propping myself up on the deck chair, I blinked away the sleep. Midday sunlight reflected off the windows, and I'd dozed off by the indoor pool after a swim. "Dammit, Frank, what's the matter?" I asked. "Take a look at this." Frankie held out a folded note to me. Unfolding it, I frowned at the contents and crushed it beneath a tight fist. "An invitation." I growled. "Of course, Marchesi's as predictable as a weather forecast." "What are we going to do?" Frankie asked. "We?" I shot him a puzzled look. "Tell them to mind their business." Frankie shrugged. "You know I would, but I don't want to think twice before star

Last Updated : 2025-10-28

We'll Bring The War to Spinelli

SIERRA [First entry: I know every dog has its day, and it definitely wasn't Dante's.] As I entered my living room, I froze. Dante stood inside, watching me, and he wasn't happy. I made the mistake of letting my gaze sweep to Seth, the semi-Greek God incarnate. Well, not exactly, because ironically, Dante was the closest thing to Mediterranean perfection. Shit. Seth broke into a grin. "Look who dropped by." His perfect Midwestern accent, not the Southern drawl I'd mistaken earlier was a smooth charm, that I almost believed was real. "Yes," Dante said coldly as he set his jaw firm. "She's certainly not blind." If invisibility were a choice, I'd do it in a flash. "Dante!" I feigned excitement. "Wow, it's so good to see you." Dante narrowed his eyes. "Why is the cowboy half naked?" Seth crossed his arms. "Got i

Last Updated : 2025-10-29

The Crown is Heavy

DANTE Strolling into the warehouse, I asked, "What's the situation here?" Omar walked beside me, while the rest of my inner circle lounged on chairs and crates holding warm coffee. It was barely six in the morning. The huge guy kneeling with his hands behind his back caught my attention. "Our security caught them in the middle of a heist." Omar explained. "They managed to steal four crates. There were two guys, one driver; this one was easy to pin down." But the sound of Frankie slurping coffee nearby made me pause with irritation. "Morning, boss." Frankie saluted me good-naturedly. I barked. "What is this? A coffee party?!" Silvestri shrugged. "Don't ask me; Frankie insisted." He said, gesturing toward the kneeling man. "I had to skip breakfast for this clown here." Briefly closing my eyes, I regretted how I once belittled Dad's authority.

Last Updated : 2025-10-30

Until You Stop Being A Jerk to Me

DANTE "Rochester won't be a problem anymore," Outside the office, I disconnected the call with Santini, handed the flip-phone to one of my guys and kept walking down the hallway as six of them flanked me. Inside the dance floor, the bass from the speakers thundered, filled with bright colorful lights, club goers waved glo-sticks and were gyrating to the hip-hop music. A couple of women made eye contact with me as I passed them, they could be easy pickings. Sex hadn't been as exciting, and I'd been getting less of it since my life turned batshit crazy. A curvy brunette caught my attention, she'd been a sorority girl I'd hooked up with in college, and from the way her eyes brightened with interest, I had a feeling she wouldn't care. She strutted towards me. "Hi Dante," She purred in a smooth rhythm, flashing a bright smile. "It's been a minute." A soldier stretched his arm in f

Last Updated : 2025-10-31

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