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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"Good to see you again, mia gioia." Sergio chuckled with an evil glint in his eyes.
My heart stopped beating for a second as I contemplated running out the door but immediately decided against it. He'd find me anyways. Just like he had now.
"Sergio. Why...how may I help you?" I said evenly as I forced myself to look him in the eyes.
"Tsk tsk, Gianna. Let's cut the formalities, shall we?" He muttered darkly as he rose to his full height.
Six foot and four inches of pure muscle towered over me as he took a step closer. I took a step back as a reflex reaction before my body completely stilled. You know that feeling when a predator stalks its prey and circles it only to drain the life out of it slowly? Yeah, that's exactly what I felt like - like the prey. Like a deer that was about to be sacrificed by the hunter.
"Who have you told?"
"W-what?"
"Who else have you told about the other night. When you saw me kill a man."
A shiver ran up my spine as I thought back to the murder that he had committed in cold blood.
"Nobody. I swear." I whispered as my shaky voice gave away what I was feeling.
With a raised eyebrow, he stepped away from me. I could finally breathe as I placed my purse down, looking around for any weapon I could use. I'd be damned if this man could enter my own house and attempt to hurt me.
"Don't. Don't even think about it." Sergio growled lowly as my eyes snapped to his ruggedly handsome face.
He had dark circles under his eyes as a light stubble graced his jaw. He looked like he hadn't eaten or slept soundly in days. I could even spot the little wince in his leg as he settled back down onto my couch - the leg where he had been shot in the alley.
"Pack your bags. You're coming with me."
"Excuse me?" I spat out as I felt my anger rising by the minute.
I hadn't fucking told anybody about that night and I never even would. I wasn't suicidal, thank you very much.
"You're coming with me so pack your bags. Don't make me do something I'm going to regret Gianna."
The silence hung in the air as I felt my lungs constrict. It was deafening, really. Where was he going to take me if I complied? I had no way to contact the police or anybody else since my phone was in my purse. Fuck. I could feel the familiar sting in my eyes and the lump in my throat before I quelled the urge to cry. I wasn't going to waste a single tear for the devil.
I clenched my teeth tightly before I all but stomped my way into my room. All my things had been strewn around haphazardly - just as they had been before I left. I felt like I was on some mission where I was about to sign my death warrant - might as well be, truth be told. With a shake of my head, I found my small suitcase that I had thrown under the bed. From my crouched position, I could hear Sergio's footsteps in the kitchen, a couple of feet away from me. My hands shook as I randomly threw in a couple of t-shirts and sweatpants in the bag. It wasn't like I was going to impress anybody wherever he was taking me. Desperation clawed at my throat as I expelled a heavy breath. I couldn't give in - not just yet. If there was any time for me to find a way out of this, then it was now. Just as that thought entered my mind, I spotted the small bottle of perfume that Amanda had given me a couple of months ago to use. I had forgotten to give it back to her so thank fuck for that. Picking the bottle in my hand, I zipped up the suitcase that was filled to the brim and got up. Swiping my mum's house keys from my desk drawer, I rolled the suitcase behind me before I entered the living room. I guess I'd have to thank Ralph Lauren for saving me if I got out of this alive.
With one last breath, I stepped out from the shadows. Sergio had his back turned to me which I used to my advantage. I took two steps forward just as he turned around to face me. Without any other thought clouding my mind, I sprayed the perfume into his eyes. With one of his eyes burning due to the chemicals, I took the opportunity to stab his neck with my keys. However, before I could even touch his neck, he gripped my wrist tightly before turning me around so that my back was to his solid chest. I screamed and clawed at his hands as I struggled to get out of his vice like grip. Even with one eye shut, he managed to hold me in position before he had my face pressed up against the wall.
"I told you not to make me do something I would regret." He grunted as I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck.
"LET ME GO YOU PYSCHO!" I shouted as I headbutted him, the back of my head hitting his face.
His grip loosened for a second as I used the momentum to push myself away from the wall. I sprinted towards the door, feeling the taste of victory on the tip of my tongue before I was harshly pulled back my hair. I screamed as my scalp stung with the force of the strands being pulled. My hand tightened on the door handle as I fought against Sergio.
"Stop fighting me, you little brat. It seems like you're going to have to learn the hard way."
With another grunt, my clammy hand slipped off the handle as I fell to the ground with Sergio on top of me.
I humphed as 220 pounds of pure mass collided on my body. I shrieked as I tried to move my body out from under him. My breath came out in pants as I tried to bite him in the shoulder, but he moved it away just in time.
"Stop it." He hissed as he twisted my arm behind my back.
"Cazzo di merda!" I cursed as the pain travelled all the way from my left shoulder to my wrist. I heard an audible pop from my joint as I groaned in pain. My body felt like it weighed a million pounds as I writhed underneath him.
Before I could say another word, I felt a cloth being pressed onto my nose and mouth. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed was the manic look in Sergio's eyes. The eyes of a true killer.
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