Sierra's POV

I moved along the edge of the docks, my step light but deliberate, each footfall muffled against the weathered wooden planks. I slip my hands into the pocket of the oversized hoodie I wore. It swallowed my frame whole while I added another cap and a mask to add another layer of anonymity.

The enemy’s men. Dante's men. That's what the Don asked me to find.

My palm gripped the insides of the jacket tighter as I kept my eyes low scanning the crates and containers weaving between the workers carrying heavy loads.

Once in a while, I raised my head, my eyes desperately searching for the target....