Con-man Wolf is not very happy.

In fact, he's dangerously angry.

Dirty Vienna Lace has disappeared. Off the map. Even off the planet for the moment, and this makes Wolf's head spin. Although, he has a pretty good idea where the girl could be hiding. Or even better, who she may be with.

That boy. That fucking brown-haired juvenile.

You can't just fall for man that you were planning on stealing from, he thinks as he sits there in a dark room, smoking a cigarette. Seriously, where has her head been lately?

Wolf takes a long drag from the cigarette, and watches as the thick smoke swirls around in the air. He leans back onto the brick wall of the alley which he is standing in, and thinks to himself quietly.

He had worried about the possibility of Vienna and the young boy possibly hooking up. They both had past problems that fucked them up so bad, he should've known something like this was bound to happen between the two screw ups. But yet, he still had some sort of hope for Vienna.

Or maybe even, a fascination with Vienna.

At first she wasn't worried at all about Vienna. Vienna has been conning people ever since Wolf took her under his wing. When he found Vienna, she was a wreck, but nothing like a little tutoring from Wolf would get her back on her feet. She seemed dedicated to him, and he was proud of what he had turned her into.

She was clever, she was independent, she was sexy, but most importantly, she didn't need the help of any other man.

The only man he wanted her to get help from was himself. Wolf.

Wolf had tried to stay calm about the ordeal between Vienna and Dexter. After all, most girls went through some phase like this, didn't they? Crushed on a boy they cared about. A boy they cared about a little too much. Felt something inside of their little chests that they called love. And most girls never came out of that little daydream.

But Vienna isn't like most girls.

Or is she? Could she really be this easily brainwashed by a juvenile boy that she's only known for a few months?

Maybe Vienna isn't who Wolf thought she was.

This bothers Wolf. He taps his fingers impatiently on the brick wall next to him, which gets a few looks from strangers. He takes another drag.

Vienna isn't allowed to fuck up when you're working in the con-man business. And Wolf was going to make sure she knew that.

So Wolf came up with a few plans.

One: Track the woman down. Make her think about what she's doing. Hope that she comes to her senses. And if she doesn't, you respect it and move on. There are always other girls for the job.

Two: Forget about the girl. Erase her from your mind. It wouldn't be easy, but it would be possible.

Yeah, those sound good don't they?

Wolf feels the sting in his throat as the smoke rushes out of his nose and mouth. His mind is busy at work, conjuring up the perfect plan.

However, Wolf realizes there is another way the first option can go down. A little tweaking and it's a whole new plan. A plan that doesn't even involve Vienna. All he would need is a little cash, the right man, and a gun.

Wolf chuckles to himself as he flicks the cigarette butt into the road, where it quickly gets run over by a taxi speeding by.

No boy can steal what belongs to Robert Wolf.