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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With one final grunt, I placed Gianna's unconscious body in my prized Rolls Royce. Luca smirked at me through the rearview mirror in the driver's seat as I scowled at him. Fucking idiot. He wasn't the one who had to haul her body down the building and pay off the terrified security guard to keep his mouth shut. I tied Gianna's wrists behind her and taped her mouth before I settled in the passenger seat. With a nod of my head, Luca started driving as we headed towards the airport. Now we had gotten the matter of Gianna out of the way, we had no reason to stay any longer in London.
I had gone over to Mikhail's house to say goodbye and pester him to bring Luciana and the kids to come visit me in Italy. He had begrudgingly agreed, too paranoid to leave the safety of the city and travel someplace else for the first time in 5 years since he had left the Bratva. I, however, hadn't told him about my plan to take Gianna with me - I knew for a fact that he would dissuade me from doing so. I didn't need that kind of pressure, to be honest.
I leaned my head back as I took in the scenery around me. We passed by posh apartments and expensive houses with manicured gardens as my gaze travelled over the white picket fences. Once upon a time, it had been my dream to settle down with my future wife and children in a house like this. Unfortunately, I had grown up a lot since then and realised that there was no point in sticking to one pussy for the rest of my life. What was the fun in that? Although, it had been 3 months since I'd last hooked up with a woman - my longest dry spell to date. The urge to break it had occurred the night when I'd danced with Gianna - albeit for a fleeting moment.
I was still battling with the initial lust that I had held for her versus the pure hatred that I felt towards her because of her last name. Logically speaking, I knew that it wasn't her fault, but some irrational part of me decided that she would be the one to bear the brunt of my anger since I hadn't found her bastard of a father yet.
I stared out of the tinted window blankly as my mind unconsciously registered that we were nearing the airport. Luca took us through a separate lane that led to the innermost part of the terminal, onto the apron where the private jets had been parked. It wasn't really my style to fly commercial when I had money that could buy me a whole ass airplane right?
Tamping down the weird feeling in my gut over the girl that lay in the backseat, I slid out of the car as Luca and I supported her weight all the way to the plane. The flight attendant that welcomed us gaped at the unconscious girl before her gaze snapped to us. Wisely, she shut her mouth and with a weak smile, ushered us to our seats. The staff on the plane knew better than to ask questions - I had made sure of that when I hired them.
Draping Gianna's strapped body onto the seat across from mine, I settled down as I pulled out my phone to check for any emails. Luca sat right beside me as he not sneakily ogled the blonde woman in front of us.
"Smettila di fissarla, idiota. Get some work done." I snapped at him as he turned to face me.
"You're the boss, so that's technically your job, no?" The fool replied as he flashed me a cheeky grin.
