Yours Wickedly, Sierra
How were people starting to recognize me out of the mask?
“Don't flatter yourself, cupcake.” He scoffed, showing me a badge.
FBI
Frowning, I rolled my eyes. “Okay, I liked it better when I thought you were a creep. I told your colleagues to quit bothering me weeks ago.”
The FBI wanted me to spy on Dante and gather intel.
“This might just be the worst case I've ever taken.” Agent Seth Graham sighed. “We had two Spinelli's down last year. Baby Spinelli's a psychopath, and he needs to be stopped.”