Sergio Agosta was a killer who hid behind a charming smile - but a killer nonetheless. He'd learnt the hard way that actions always had consequences. Which was why he was going after the one thing that would be his one and only shot at revenge - the...
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I clenched my hands as I followed Luca down the narrow aisle, away from the sectioned off VIP area. My posture was stiff as Luca stepped aside to let me open the back door - a stark contrast to the way I was feeling just moments ago with that girl. No. Girl wasn't the right word for her. She was a goddess, really, wholly and completely a woman. My cock twitched in my pants at the thought of her. Her curves and dio, those hips that moved so gracefully.
I had known that a man like me had no right to go and corrupt a beautiful woman like her - but I still did. I saw the way she teased me as I sat in the VIP area. And somehow from the hundreds of bodies that were swaying in the club, hers was the one that I had singled out. I honestly hadn't even been in my right mind when my dick seized control and made my way over to her. Fuck. My cock was getting painfully hard behind the zipper of my slacks as I thought about kissing those lips. And god, her voice. She had mastered the art of being bilingual as she spoke English in that perfect prissy British accent of hers whilst also nailing the raspy Italian accent as she spoke in my mother tongue. What wouldn't I give to kiss that mouth again. I had been this close to giving in to temptation before Luca had, thankfully, interrupted us.
For a moment with her, I had forgotten about all the troubles that were waiting for me back home in Sicily. Whoever said that being a capo was easy was a dumbfuck. But at least I had the beautiful woman to thank for letting me forget about all those unpleasant memories and heavy responsibilities - even if it was for a couple of minutes. My heart rose up to my throat as the name I'd given her taunted me at the back of my mind. Mia gioia. What the fuck had even gotten into me? I mean, sure, I knew how to woo a woman and sweet talk the shit out of her, but this was a whole new level for me. She had been a temptress that wore her cloak of her innocence as if it was her armor. I was torn between wanting to taint her or save her from a sinner like me.
Fuck. I had to stop thinking about her. Rubbing a hand across my two day stubble, I cleared my throat as I willed all those sinful thoughts about her to go away, no matter how bad my dick yearned for her. There were way more pressing matters at hand right now.
"He's waiting outside for you, capo." Luca nodded as I exited the club from the back.
Luca had been my second in command or as we liked to call it in La Cosa Nostra, my consigliere. We had been through thick and thin together and he was one of the few people who knew me inside out, other than my best friend, Mikhail.
Speaking of the devil, Mikhail stood outside, leaning against the brick wall as he waited for me.
"Took you long enough huh?" He asked as he pushed himself off the wall.
"Was busy." I managed to mutter as I adjusted my pants.
Mikhail's beady eyes caught the movement as his lips tugged into a half smirk.
"It seems like you were busy with something. Or more like someone." He chuckled as I heard a snicker behind me.
Sending both Luca and Mikhail a mock glare, I tilted my head to the side as my face became tense once again.
