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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"Don't forget to come and visit me with Sergio, si bellissima?" Sergio's grandmother - or Nonna as she had insisted on me calling her - said as she affectionately patted my back.
I could almost cry at the way this woman had treated me the whole night, never failing to include me in the conversation. It made me feel a little wistful, as if I had missed out on bonding with my non existent grandparents.
"Si, I will, Nonna." I replied with a warm smile as Sergio stood brooding in a corner behind me.
With a soft goodbye, I headed upstairs to my room as I gave Sergio and his nonna their privacy to talk, seeing as they hadn't been able to the whole night what with me being around.
I heard the soft click of a door being locked as I entered my room. Just as I was about to shut my door, a foot wedged its way into the gap between the door and the doorframe.
"We need to talk."
"You mean, you need to talk and assert your dominance over me. Again." I replied snarkily to Sergio, still not being able to get the picture of the half naked brunette on his phone out of my mind.
Ideally, I shouldn't have been bothered by it, but I was, for some reason. I had no right to tell him who or what to do - just as he didn't have the right to tell me what to do.
My heart leapt up to my throat as Sergio forcefully made his way in, his large frame leaning on the door.
"Quit being a brat, Gianna. It's getting quite boring."
Sergio stalked towards me as I mirrored his steps, going backwards. The back of my knees hit the mattress as he finally stopped in front of me, looming like the giant he was, only separated by a hair's breadth.
"You're living in my house, using my facilities. Need I remind you who's in charge here?"
"I think we've already established that lots of times now." I said with a roll of my eyes, managing to conceal the nerves that I was feeling at how close he was to me.
"That's good then." He whispered as his warm breath fanned across my face. "Because, starting today, you'll be living with me. In my room. Under my watch." He finished, still all up in my face.
"No. Fuck no!"
I pushed him back with all the force that I could muster, but he didn't even budge an inch.
"Fight all you want, Gianna. It's not going to work with me. Because if you push back, I push back ten times harder. Understood?"
"No I don't fucking understand!" I screamed as frustration clawed its way up my throat.
I could really count on the devil to ruin my perfectly pleasant night, to taint it with his sins.
"Haven't you fucking done enough, you bastardo? You've taken away the only things, the only people I know, from me. I thought that you'd be happy after that, but no! You just want to keep ruining my life." I finished off in a broken whisper as all those emotions from the past few weeks came crashing down.
