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 rolled my injured wrist as a sharp pain passed through it. I held back a cry as I settled it down into its previous position on my lap. I had absolutely no track of time and had no idea where we were going or how long it was going to take. I was too scared to ask Sergio since I really didn't want to be murdered on a plane - especially after the little stunt I had pulled in desperation. Personally, I would have preferred to die at the ripe old age of 80 with the love of my life by my side - safe to say that being killed at 21 wasn't really the ideal death scenario. I was pretty sure that Sergio would slit my throat or something since I had seen the fury in his eyes. I mean, come on, which man liked to be kicked in his most precious part, his pride, his glory? Not Sergio, for sure. Yet still, he taped up my wrist without even a death threat my way - more like a warning, to be honest.
My eyes flitted to the bright light shining behind the clouds as my mind drifted to my home back in London. I wonder if mum had called my apartment. Had she called the police as well? For my sake, I really hoped she had. I really didn't want to be reported as missing when I was fully and completely alive. I really wish I could scream right - I needed an outlet...really bad. Truth be told, I felt like a pressure cooker, ready to go off any second after being held down tightly for so long. For fuck's sake, I was even missing my back stabbing ex best friends at the moment. Would they be happy if I died? Actually, on second thought, I didn't really miss them since they'd be the happiest of all people after hearing news of my death. God, when had I gotten so dark and depressing? Oh wait, I know. Probably when I had been abducted against my will and put on some chartered plane, shipped off to God knows where.
Sighing, I put my head in my hands as the continuous flow of thoughts started to make my head hurt. I was confused, hurt and angry at the same time. As grateful as I was to Sergio for not actually hurting me yet, I was still incredibly furious at the way he had kidnapped me. And what for? I had already told him that I wouldn't tell anybody. All I wanted was to be left alone and not be involved in some stupid gangster shit. Fuck, when had my life become a soap opera?
"Maybe since the day you witnessed me killing a man."
My eyes lifted to Sergio's smirking face - a smirk that I wanted to slap off, by the way - as I realised a little too late that I had said those words out loud.
"Which wasn't my fucking fault. I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time." I seethed as Sergio's smile widened by a fraction.
"Aren't we all?" He replied easily before he went back to reading The Times - something that I had seen lying around at home growing up.
My brows furrowed in confusion at his cryptic reply. What was he going on about? Was he unhinged or something? Well, that would make two of us, I guess. I flexed my wrist a little before leaning my head back and willing for sleep to overtake me. For once, I'd like to fall asleep and not think of anything, to shut off my brain for once. After trying to shut my eyes for several minutes, they shot open as I caught Sergio staring at me unashamedly, with blatant curiosity in his eyes like I was some enigma. A mystery he couldn't figure out.
