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 shook my head, watching Sergio's retreating back before I got up to place my bowl in the dishwasher. By the way, did I mention that he was shirtless? And sweaty? As if he'd just worked off some steam in the gym. The rivulets of sweat that rolled down his torso had me in a trance - I wouldn't have been able to tear my eyes away from him even if I wanted to. No amount of passage in time would let me get used to a shirtless Sergio.
I pulled the sleeve of my t-shirt down nervously - not that it could be pulled any further - as I headed outside towards the car that was already waiting for us. For once in all the time that I had spent here, I was up and ready before Sergio was. Shocker. I had decided to go with a long sleeve top and some jeans today, instead of a dress. It served a dual purpose, to be honest - it would protect me from the Italian air that was getting chillier by the day, and, it would serve to push Sergio away. Maybe. Hopefully. Not that dressing modestly would turn that man off based on the sneaky gleam in his eyes when he walked past me earlier, but a slightly illogical part of me was counting on it.
I was honestly getting confused by his mixed signals. One moment, he kissed me like he meant it and the next moment, he pulled away and pretended as if nothing had happened when I asked for more. I was done giving in to him. If he wanted to play games with me...well then, let's just say that two could play it.
I leaned on the hood of the car as a man stepped out of the driver's seat with a cigarette in his hand - the same man that had spotted me on my balcony. He leaned onto the hood of the car before leisurely rolling the cigarette between his fingers. Completely ignoring me, he blew out puffs of smoke into the frigid air as I observed him closely. Obviously, this man didn't like me much - neither did any of the men except Luca, but they at least had the courtesy to acknowledge my presence.
"Stop staring at me."
My blood pressure rose at the condescending way that he addressed me by.
"My eyes. I'll stare wherever I want to."
To prove my point, my eyes stayed glued to his face. If looks could kill, he'd be a pile of ashes along with that cigarette of his by now.
"So it's true then."
"What?" I asked as he finally turned to face me, a wicked glint in his eyes. Something told me that I wasn't going to like the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"You're just Capo's little plaything, no? It's only a matter of time before he gets rid of you...once you've served his purpose, of course, per usual." He smirked at me before he blew another ring of smoke into the air.
The stench of the cigarette smoke penetrated my nostrils as my eyes watered.
"What's that supposed to mean?" My voice came out a wee bit aggressive as my mind stayed fixated on the second part of his statement.
Was he playing mind games with me or was he partially telling the truth?
"You'll find out in due time, princess." He drawled before he dropped his cigarette to the ground and stomped on it once with the heel of his boot.
