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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My eyes fluttered open as they took in the bleak, pastel grey walls not adorned by posters of Harry Styles and Little Mix. Being a Brit, One Direction and Little Mix had practically been a household name. Not to mention the spotlight that Perrie and Zayn's relationship had garnered as well - especially when it ended.
I sat upright as my eyes adjusted to the bright light streaming through the windows. It seemed like I had forgotten to draw the shades in my anger at Sergio. Thinking about him made my blood boil. The way he spoke to me with an underlying tone of disgust even if he happened to mask it well with the cool indifference he usually had towards me. He acted like I had run over his favorite puppy when he was a kid. I honestly don't know what that man had against me to kidnap me and fly me all over the way to Italy but like I had said the night before, I wasn't going to give up without a fight. But before that, I'd have to get familiar with my surroundings first. Perhaps even find an ally in this dungeon of hell? However, that possibility seemed bleak since there was not a single soul in sight over here.
The house was an elegant piece of art but it was abandoned. Isolated in a corner where no one would be able to find it. To be fair though, I think that was the whole purpose of it - so that no one would find out about the criminal activities going on in here.
My bare feet padded on the plush carpet as I walked over and opened the door of the balcony. I had to admit, being a prisoner had its perks. The view? Yeah, nothing could rival that. Acres of grass and greenery stretched out over the property as I spotted the same fountain that I had seen when we had first entered the premises yesterday. Looking at it reminded me of strength, of hope and belief. Hope that I would somehow get out of here unscathed. Although that was yet to be decided since I didn't know what Sergio's intentions with me were. Was he going to kill me? Or was he hoping to drive me crazy so that I would eventually kill myself?
Shaking my head to rid myself of those thoughts, I leaned onto the railing as I took in a gulp of the Italian air. There was no point of letting those questions take over my mind right now. I'd only drive myself crazy. As far as I knew, the best way was to let Sergio think that I was playing by his rules only to strike out when he would least expect it. I just had to find that opening for myself, that's it.
I let my loose blonde waves fall over my shoulder as I closed my eyes, hearing the comforting sounds of birds chirping in the trees. There wasn't a sign of human life apart from us except for the small houses scattered near the villa, which no doubt, housed Sergio's buddies based on the handful of men that were floating in and out of there. They were dressed casually - so much so that a passerby wouldn't be able to tell that they were gangsters. However, one thing that I did notice was that although they skirted around the house, they actually never dared to step foot in. Huh, weird. Seemed like Sergio had his men on a leash as well. Fucking controlling psychopath.
One of the men happened to choose that moment to look up and made eye contact with me. He had a jagged scar running down the length of his jaw, right from his temple, as if somebody had slashed his face with a knife. I shuddered visibly as those beady little black eyes stayed trained on me, as if watching and monitoring my every move. Unconsciously, I took a step back from the railing just as his eyes flitted to another man's form - to Luca. The jovial man flashed him a smirk before he entered the house. Hmm, seemed like he was the only one who could step foot in the house. There was something about Luca that made me comfortable in his presence, unlike the men that were patrolling below. Maybe it was his charm or the fact that he didn't hold on to the fact that I had kicked him in the balls in self defense. Either way, I liked him. More than I could ever like or tolerate Sergio for sure.
