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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The familiar scent of tomatoes, garlic and ricotta salata - salted ricotta - wafted into my nostrils as I entered inside my house. The sight that was before my eyes was something that I had never expected to see - not even in my wildest dreams. Nonna and Gianna in the kitchen, huddled together as they spoke back and forth in Italian.
"E Dio Mio! Did I tell you about the time Sergio pooped his pants on his first day of school? I could still remember how nervous he had been that day." My grandma cackled loudly as she shared a shit eating grin with none other that Gianna.
A familiar warmth encased my body at the sight of my favorite woman with the woman I held captive.
"Oh my god. Tell me more about it, nonna!" Gianna replied, still laughing.
Nonna? Had they bonded that much in the couple of hours that I had been gone?
They hadn't noticed me enter yet as I stood off to the side, hidden from their view. I'd be lying if I said that it didn't feel good to hear Gianna laugh so openly - especially since the reason happened to be my grandmother. However, I immediately tamped down that feeling. I had to remind myself that Gianna wasn't here forever. She didn't mean anything to me. Once I was done with her, she'd be gone. And with that thought propelling me forward and pushing away any unwanted feelings, I strode into view.
"Nonna." I greeted with a nod of my head as I turned to look at Gianna whose eyes went wide for a fraction of a second before she looked away from me.
I had no right to feel anything based on her reaction, but I couldn't help the irritation that flared up inside me at the way she had dismissed me so easily. Or maybe I had deserved it since I had been nothing but a stronzo to her since day one. I'd deal with her later.
"Ah mio piccolo, you're back early. We're almost done with dinner so why don't you be a darling and go set the table, no?"
I see. I knew what this woman was upto. I could practically hear the wedding bells ringing in her head. She was using her extra polite voice around Gianna and wasn't ordering me around as she usually did. Wait till I actually told her that I wasn't planning to make Gianna my wife. She'd probably whoop my ass, knowing her.
"Yep, sure I can do that." I replied back as Gianna raised one eyebrow in question as if she were asking me when I'd become so polite all of a sudden.
With a firm nod, Nonna turned her back to me as the two ladies kept whispering to each other. I strained my ears to eavesdrop on their conversation like the little shit I was, but I was too far away to actually decipher anything. I heard the sound of the sauce simmering and sizzling as the pasta was poured into it as I finished setting up plates on the counter in the kitchen. Up until now, I had never really needed a dining table since it was only me most of the time in this house. More often than not, I drove over to Nonna's house, which was ten minutes away, so that we could have our meals together. Nonna had been living in that house for the past 55 years - ever since she had married my nonno. My grandfather - or nonno - had died of lung cancer when I was just three years old, so I didn't remember much and only knew for a fact that my nonna had loved him a lot, despite him being in the mafia - something that she had despised ever since she had found out about his dealings.
