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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"Sit still, will you, durak?" Mikhail muttered as he swiped the cotton one last time down the rolled up pant leg.
He sent me an annoyed look as he got up from his crouched position, removing his hand from my previously bouncing leg. A nervous tick that had become a habit over the years - when I was way too high on adrenaline and needed an outlet. Such as now. I smirked a bit, egging him on as I watched his nostrils flare in irritation. No matter how shitty of a day I ever had, getting on my best friend's nerves would never not be fun. I let out a snicker before I felt something hit me in my face. Bastardo. That idiot had thrown a tea towel in my face.
"Is it any better now?" Luciana asked as her brows furrowed in concern, eyes only focused on the bullet wound on my leg.
Ignoring Mikhail's beady eyes that were glued on me, I flashed Luciana a small smile.
"It's all good, Luce. Don't worry about me." I assured her as I got up, placing all my weight on my uninjured leg.
Wincing a little, I let Luciana put my arm over her shoulder as she helped me walk all the way from the sofa to the dining table. I could feel Mikhail's glare on my back, the testosterone rolling off in waves. As if I'd ever try anything on his wife. My head would probably be detached from my body before I did that, best friend or not.
With a soft exhale, I sat down in the comfy chair as Luca sent me a sidelong glance. He and several of my other men had managed to escape unscathed during the open fire in the alley - but me, not so much. Thank fuck that I had backup waiting in the area, otherwise we would have been easily outnumbered by the 'Ndrangheta.
Apparently those fuckers had found out about one of their men being killed and had decided to retaliate. I must say though, they were pretty quick. But this only made things worse. We would definitely strike back. But not now. We'd hit them at their weakest.
Thinking about all that brought me back to the main point, the reason why this all had happened. The girl. Who had a name by the way. A name I could never forget. Gianna. If she hadn't seen me shoot the man and screamed bloody murder, I would have never had to go after her. Although, that excuse this strange urge I had of making her submit to me. That's the reason why I had bothered to follow her and corner her near the dumpster. I wasn't scared that she would go to the cops about witnessing a murder. That definitely wasn't the reason. God knows that I had my contacts all over the world at this point.
I know I had danced with her - quite inappropriately, might I add, blinded by my lust. But I also felt this insane urge to grab her by her throat and choke her until she was begging for my mercy. Something about her felt familiar - way too familiar. I just couldn't identify what. Shaking my head, I beamed as a plateful of Mexican food was placed in front of me. My mouth practically watered at the sight of taco de pollo - one of my favorite dishes made by Luciana - before I dug into the food.
