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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I had lied when I'd told Gianna how I knew that she was looking for cereal during breakfast. I'd seen boxes and boxes of Kellogg's corn flakes in her kitchen the other day, while I'd been waiting for her to come home. So I'd told Luca to buy some for her. Of course, she didn't know that. Contrary to popular belief, I wasn't an asshole. Quite the opposite, actually. Just because she was living in my house against her will didn't mean that I wouldn't feed her what she wanted - I did have some humanity, after all. Her purpose was simply, to be used as blackmail to lure her father in, nothing more, nothing less. It wouldn't really do me any good if she looked like some gaunt witch, would it? What was that saying again? You could take the man out of the criminal but you couldn't take the criminal out of the man. Whoever had said that was obviously a genius.
However, I couldn't deny the fact that there was this pull between us. The urge to be closer together - even if we drove each other up the wall every single fucking day. That was the thing about her though. She didn't give in easily to my charms like other girls. She fought me tooth and nail over every single petty thing. And I'd be damned if I said that our arguments didn't make me feel alive. She didn't see me as a dollar sign or a means to an end like all the other women that I had come across. In a weird twisted sort of way, they were a reprieve for me. To take my mind off things. Just like sex. Blood rushed to my cock at the thought of sex with Gianna. No. No. Fuck no. I wasn't one to pass up an opportunity to be buried in a woman's tight, wet heat, but I'd rather kill myself before I fucked Gianna Ricci. Apparently my dick hadn't gotten the memo.
My hand tightened on the steering wheel of the car as I drove to Riccardo Bianchi's mansion. We had some unfinished business left to discuss. Within a few minutes, I was at the gates of the most notorious gang leader here in Palermo - someone that went head to head with me. My jaw clenched and unclenched as I ran a hand down my freshly shaven jaw, waiting for the security cameras to recognise me and let me in. This was the first time that I was about to see Riccardo, almost after 12 years, when Father had last taken me with him to meet up with his second in command - the same second in command that had backstabbed him and started his own gang, rivalling the Cosa Nostra. He should be thankful that he was alive - I wouldn't have shown mercy if I were in my father's place.
The gates opened automatically, just as I had thought they would. I parked my car in one of the vacant spots before getting out with my keys in hand. Whistling a tune, I spun the car keys between my fingers, feigning an act of nonchalance, whilst I was actually itching to pull my gun out from the waistband of my jeans and shoot Riccardo point blank. Though that wouldn't be the rational thing to do. It would start a war. A war that would not be in my favor since it was his men against me alone. It seemed like Riccardo could sense that fact since he had a Chesire cat-like grin on his face.
"Long time, no see, figlio mio." The 60 year old man in front of me - the same age as my father - boomed.
The voice that had once felt like home felt more like danger now. A tight smile that, no doubt, looked more like a grimace, stretched across my face. Riccardo ushered me inside his sprawling mansion as he led me towards his study.
