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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God, this woman was relentless. Gianna really didn't understand the concept of letting go, did she? I sat on the couch in the living room, flipping through several channels mindlessly. It was currently only 5 in the morning - so we had 5 more hours until we left to see the next place that I had in my mind to show Gianna, give or take. I hadn't been able to sleep well the whole night, tossing and turning in my sleep, keeping a safe distance between Gianna and I as I heard her soft snores. Although I had given in to the temptation to kiss her, I didn't want to have sex with her. Yet. My heart said fuck it and urged me to bury myself in her, to forget all my worries. But my brain...my brain was a completely different matter. That nasty fucker was telling me to not to complicate things. Not to blur the lines any more than they had already been blurred. It wasn't fair to Gianna - to use her and toy with her feelings only to leave her. But it also wasn't fair to my Zio. To not execute the plan that I had so thoughtfully spent so many years over, to avenge his death.
The voices of the British newscasters droned on in the background as I let my head fall back. I had initially bought those British TV channels for Gianna, thinking that she'd like to keep up with the local news back in London. Deciding that there was no point in wasting time sitting there, I got up and headed downstairs to my personal gym. I had gotten that baby designed by one of the best interior designers in Sicily since I was really big on working out and eating healthy. I swear to God, my kitchen cabinets had never seen anything so unhealthy until Gianna stepped foot into this house. Dio mio. The things I had to buy for that woman. Just thinking about it made me want to retch.
Most of my men knew not to disturb me during the time that I spent in the gym. They knew that I'd be in that zone of mine where my mind would be somewhere else - far away from anything related to business, that's for sure. Working out helped distract me from whatever was going on in my life. Whenever I felt like I was suffocating or drowning under the pressure of constantly having to please my parents, I lifted some weights. Pushed myself to the point where my muscles would be screaming in pain. That was when I felt the best. Nothing beat the feeling of sore muscles post a good workout.
I pressed the button for the private elevator and waited as my mind kept wandering to the blonde sleeping in my bed. I'd be lying if I said that it was easy for me to pull away from her whenever we got closer. It took all my willpower and strength to not give in to the temptation of her. Well thank fuck that I at least had my fist that I could use every night in teh shower.
The familiar ding of the elevator snapped me out of my trance as I felt the familiar calm settle over me. Within a few seconds, thanks to the latest technology that I had gotten installed, the elevator doors opened as everything in front of me was engulfed in darkness. I switched on the lights as the entire corridor lit up. I walked past the first couple of doors, one of them leading to a small room which my men jokingly liked to call a "torture room". I guess you could call it that since that was where we usually kept our prisoners and liked to get information out of them. The smell of bleach and disinfectant filled my nostrils as I tried to not pinch the bridge of my nose. Seems like someone had just cleaned the room out.
