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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As soon as we reached home, I laid down Gianna's sleeping form onto the bed before unbuttoning my suit jacket so that I was only left in my slacks and a white button up shirt. I rolled up the sleeves as I got back inside the car, with Alessandro driving it. I had posted some of my guards to keep an eye on Gianna and make sure that she didn't go out anywhere while I wasn't there - no that she would since it was literally dark out now.
I couldn't have her knowing where I was going - no matter what. It was too dangerous right now. If Abramo got his hands on his daughter again, everyone would be ruined. That bastard was a master manipulator and I had no doubt that he would toy with Gianna's mind in the same way. I hated leaving her alone - I really did. Especially when I had made those dirty promises to her. But I didn't have a choice. It was either kill or get killed - and I was leaning towards the first option, like any sane man would.
I gave directions to Alessandro to follow the tracker that Luca had installed in his phone, letting me pinpoint his exact location. According to the last text that he had sent, they were still on Abramo's trail. My mind was in constant turmoil as I contemplated how I was going to go about everything. I was going to capture Abramo, and then what? Would I keep him alive? Should I kill him? If this was two months ago, I wouldn't have hesitated to put a bullet through that slimy fucker's head. But now...now making that decision seemed a hundred times more difficult.
I bottled in a sigh as my gaze roamed outside, through the tinted windows. Even though it was dark out, I could still make out the trees whizzing past. When I had been a young boy and when Father had taken me out with him for some mission or the other at night, I always used to get scared of the trees in the dark. I used to think that they looked like ghosts and that they would come to haunt me at night, when I would be sleeping alone in my bedroom. That wasn't true, obviously.
If anyone asked me what I was scared of now, I would say nothing - which was true. I was scared of nothing at this point. Not even death. Growing up with guns and violence had taught me not to be afraid of anyone or anything. Showing fear meant showing weakness. It meant that you valued life. That your life is precious. I didn't think so. I didn't have anyone or anything to live for, per se. I knew that death was inevitable - especially since my line of work revolved around it. Not to mention, I was sure that I had several enemies out there since I had so much blood on my hands. The only reason that I hadn't given up all hope yet was Nonna. I was sure that if I ever died and left her alone here, she would travel to the murky depths of hell just to smack me upside on the head and to pull me by the ear back to Earth.
I mentally chuckled at the visual before I sobered up quickly. My jaw tensed as the little red dot became even more prominent on the GPS.
"Capo. Can I say something?" Alessandro's voice came from beside me, his eyes still glued on the road.
I let out an exasperated sigh. No matter how many times I told some of my closest men that I was open to listening to their opinions - as long as it wasn't straight up disrespectful - they somehow never did. My view of providing freedom to my men was another point of contention between my father and I.
