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 watched with wonder as childlike glee took over Gianna's face. I had never been this excited to come home. Home...it didn't really feel like a home, to be honest. More like a workspace where I ate, drank and slept. At this point, Mikhail's place felt more like home to me.
With a small smile on my face, I led the way as Gianna followed, climbing up the granite steps with Luca a few feet back carrying her bag. My parents had had this house designed by an interior designer, with no contribution from them of any sorts. I had later bought this villa from them and moved in, after they'd decided to go and live in one of their antique, age old mansions. That was probably one of the reasons why it had never felt like more than the four walls that I had been confined to, day and night - because there was no warmth, no life in this house. As usual, the both of them were in Greece currently, wining and dining with the royals there, no doubt hoping to get some new business. No matter how shitty parents they were, I could at least appreciate the fact that they were savvy and ambitious businesspeople.
I heard an audible gasp behind me as I turned to look at Gianna, wanting to absorb every single one of her reactions. She was fascinated, to say the least, as she took in the wide, transparent windows through which you had a direct view of the spacious living room inside. Gianna spun in a circle as I finally pushed the heavy front door open as we entered inside. The house was cool since the housekeepers came in everyday to tidy up the place, regardless of the fact that no one lived here most of the time.
"Why have you brought me here?" Came Gianna's whisper as she made herself at home and settled down on the leather couch as my eyes followed Luca exit the house after a small salute. I acknowledged it with a tiny nod before I spoke up, just the two of us in the house now.
"You really need to learn to ask fewer questions, Gianna." I chuckled as I rolled up my sleeves, getting ready to pour myself a glass of whiskey from my mini bar.
Before I could pour the liquid in the clear glass, a hand slammed down on the kitchen counter where I had placed the bottle of whiskey.
"Look Sergio, I don't know what you've got against me but you've got to let me go. I'm not your fucking slave that's going to obey you and listen to your every single word. So either spill or I'm getting out of here - even if it means that I have to fight you again." She seethed as her cheeks grew redder with anger.
"Fine. You want answers? You'll get them. But first, sit down. I'm not really in the mood to get my balls kneed by you."
With obvious reluctance and suspicion at my willingness to provide her with answers, Gianna sat back down on the sofa as I settled into one of the bar stools, a good distance between the both of us so that I had time to take out my knife if she ever decided to do anything.
"You saw too much the other night. And I don't trust you enough that you won't go and tattle it to the police to save your skin."
Lie. That was obviously a lie. I wasn't telling her the real reason why I had been so hellbent on keeping her with me. She didn't know that she was about to be used as a pawn in a game. What she didn't know, wouldn't hurt her.
