Page 110 of Sinful Secrets

Something rustles on Francesca’s end a second before a filing cabinet slams closed. “I’ll explain everything on the way. Get dressed and wear something sexy. I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

“Sexy? I don’t have anything sexy here. I didn’t plan to wear something sexy while staying at Spencer’s.”

“I’ll grab something from my closet and come over in a few minutes.”

She ends the call before I get a chance to protest. There’s no way I can fit into her clothes. She has amazing curves and I don’t. She’s also taller than me.

Grabbing my sketchbook and green-colored pencil, I finish filling in the dress before notating the tiny details I plan to add.

True to her word, a few minutes later, Francesca knocks on Spencer’s door. I put my sketchbook down on the coffee table and make my way to the foyer.

Francesca is grinning and holding a black semi revealing tank top dress that matches the one she’s currently wearing.

“There has been a change of plans.”

I raise my eyebrow. How can a plan change when it’s been less than five minutes? “The plan has changed since we got off the phone a few minutes ago?”

She nods. “A lot can change in a short period of time in this world.”

“What world? The mafia world? That’s the undercover mission we are going on?” I try to keep the fear out of my tone, but it still comes through.

Spencer would not approve of this. I’ve barely even touched the surface of the mafia world and Francesca is practically throwing me to the wolves.

I’m not ready for this. I don’t know the proper etiquette for dealing with mafia conflicts. What’s expected of me? What’s not?

Spencer was supposed to ease me into all of this.

Francesca pushes past me and lays my dress over the arm of the couch. “The mission is still the same. The means of how we are going to pull it off have changed. We are now going to pose as cocktail waitresses.”

“And why do we need to pose as cocktail waitresses?”

Whose party are we crashing? Is this going to cause another shootout or another rival family to come after them?

She waves her hands from side to side. “Well, we aren’t posing. We actually have to work the event.”

I lean against the door frame to Spencer’s bedroom and cross my arms. “Do you care to explain more? At least connect the dots, because I’m completely lost here.”

“We are spying on the Emerald City Reapers to see what they are up to. They know who I am, so I’ll be wearing a wig and trying to stay on the outskirts of the party. You will have to get closer to them.”

None of this is adding up. Why would they throw a party?

“They are just going to expose themselves like this? How did you even find out where they were going to be? Why not have your father and his men handle this?”

There are so many questions left unanswered. It’d be stupid of me to just go along with this on a hunch or a rumor.

“Believe it or not, my father is against going after the gang. Or at least that’s what he has told me. I think it’s because the guys are out of town and he doesn’t want me involved in the family affairs.”

“Because you got shot?”

She shrugs. “Yes. No. I don’t actually know. He’s never let me be a part of things until recently, and even then, my opinion doesn’t matter as much as the guy’s opinions.”

“That’s bullshit!”

She laughs. “Yeah, I’m really glad I have another woman around. Go and get dressed. I’ll answer your questions on the ride over.”

I grab the dress off the arm of the couch and make my way into the bathroom. This dress is skin tight and quite revealing. It makes my average sized breasts look halfway decent.

A few minutes later, I’m dressed and my makeup is darker and heavier than I usually wear it. My hair is partly pinned up in a professional hairdo.

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