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 led an excited Gianna towards the stalls that I had been eating at ever since I was a little boy. I don't think I could remember the last time that I had smiled so hard and felt so much joy in my heart. Maybe it was because I was back here after a long time. Or maybe it was because of the company I had with me this time around. My pulse thrummed with energy as I stopped in front of the small stal owned by a balding man. For reasons unbeknownst to me, I was nervous. Nervous that she wouldn't like it here. The only place in this city where I had some good memories.
"Sergio, ragazzo mio, how are you?" The man's voice boomed as his eyes crinkled at the corners.
"I'm good, zio. How's everybody at home?" I replied to the man that had seen me grow from boy to man over the years.
"Ah they're good, the same as usual you know? Now tell me what I can get you and this splendida signorina here?"
I turned to look at Gianna as I caught her blushing at his compliment. Zio - as I affectionately called him - passed me the menu. Knowing how enthusiastic Gianna was about food, I took the liberty of ordering all the items on the menu. Her eyes widened a bit as I rattled off our order. With a sneaky smile sent our way and a wink towards me, Zio made his way inside the small open kitchen as I turned back to face Gianna.
"Isn't that going to be too much?" She asked as she wrung her hands together.
Gosh, I think nervous Gianna was kind of growing on me.
"Nothing's too much for you, mia gioia." I replied without thinking as the severity of the sentence hit me a moment later.
I coughed a bit to clear the air as Gianna stiffened beside me.
"Uh, they have some of the best food here. That's why I brought you here. Since, you know, you're a food enthusiast." I said as I attempted to change the subject.
Smooth, Sergio. Real smooth.
Thankfully, Gianna didn't question the abrupt change of subject before she relaxed beside me and sent me a small smile.
"That's very thoughtful of you."
I simply shrugged in response as I ran a hand through my hair, not knowing what to say to that. I had been called a lot of things in my life. Selfish, pompous, asshole. But I had never been referred to as thoughtful. Especially not from the woman who was supposed to detest me.
I rubbed my chest as I looked away from her. I didn't want to admit it, but Gianna Ricci was starting to grow on me. So much so that I was getting distracted. Thoughts of her in that pretty little sundress and those rosy cheeks kept invading my mind as I felt my cock tent in my jeans. Fucking hell. What was wrong with me? I tried to adjust myself to the best of my abilities as she drummed her fingers on the metal table in front of us, humming a song under her breath.
