Yours Wickedly, Sierra
“Your beauty routine seems excellent. Hmm, you're so young and innocent, but I don't think you'll fit in with my girls.”
I looked at him desperately. Howard was the only family I had. “Yes, I can. I'm a quick learner. I'll work for free until his debt is cleared.”
Santini narrowed his eyes. “I'll take your word for it, but if you fail, there'll be no corpse left to bury.” His eyes flicked with humor. "That's all in the contract, by the way.”
I swallowed hard.
That was three years ago.
I still danced at Club Seven, with the Midnight Vixens. Santini had given me the stage name ‘Serena,’ and I wore a mask with a red wig so no one would recognize me.