The Mafia's Dog Turned Pretty

The search for Cookie

"Arghhhh." Dante yelled in frustration, he had gone out all night in search for Cookie. He did not find her.

He didn't really have much information to give and for this, he didn't seek the police help or a private investigator. He had so many of this people within his call range, and they would definitely come running the minute he calls.

But what was he supposed to tell the detectives? That he is looking for his dog who is now a woman?

They might be on call role, but it didn't mean they wouldn't think he has gone insane, even his best friend still has a little bit of doubt about his insanity.

"Or should I call in a raincheck for her?" Dante thinks out loud.

"Nah, Mr Clark wouldn't fall for any silly excuses. He is a clever man. He would know my relationship is a scam." He mumbled shaking his head at his own thoughts.

While drowning in his sad self, something clicks in his head.

"Oh my Goodness!" He exclaims clapping his hands together.

Of course he was at Mr Clark's party, and such parties is always swimming with undercover reporters, no matter how tight the security is.

In a joyous mood, Dante opens his phone going straight to instagram. Just like he thought, a picture of him and Cookie was circulating the internet.

To make things more sumptuous, he found a pic of only Cookie, a very clear one at that.

Deciding to go back outside to continue his search for Cookie, he downloads the picture into his phone then exit his house.

Dante had always been an impatient man, he hated when things never went his way.. and things always goes his way because he made sure of it.

Cookie! Cookie was the one who appeared into his life and turned his planned out life into chaos.

And because he is not a man full of patience or time, all he did was shoved the picture of Cookie into passerby's faces and then moved on quickly to the next when they said they haven't seen her.

Some of this passerby's recognized him to be Dante Edoardo Giovanni and so pictures were taken of him as he roamed the streets of Venice.

He made it a reminder to make sure he call his media controller to handle it.

"I have seen that pretty lady." A young boy dressed like beggar informed Dante.

Dante stared down at the boy, a deep frown on his face. "Don't you dare lie to me boy." He grumbled reducing his height to the boy's height.

"Why would I?" The boy fired back.

"Fine." Dante paused, "Where did you see her?"

"My answer depends on how much you are going to pay." The boy replied holding out a hand.

"You had better not be lying to me boy, cause I will make sure that hands of yours never gets to be of use again." He whispered menacingly in the boys ear dropping a hundred euro's on the boy's outstretched palm.

The boy gulped in fear but the feel of a hundred euros note got him encouraged again, to face Dante.

"She was sitting over there some minutes before midnight, shouting for someone to turn her into a dog. Then some car stopped in front of her, a man came down... he talked to her and she followed him into his car."

"She what?" He asked in shock.

"She followed him." The boy shrugged.

"It's a rhetorical questions boy, you didn't have to answer." Dante hissed angrily.