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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Two days. Two fucking days of no contact, whatsoever. No call. No text. Nothing. It felt like Sergio had simply disappeared off the face of the Earth. I would have presumed him to be dead had I not known how familiar he was with it in his line of work. I hated how empty I felt. How lonely it felt in the house without his presence. But I hated how dependent I had become on that man over the past two months. All my life, I'd been used to being my own anchor, my own hype woman and my own supporter. Even when I had been living with Mum and after I moved out on my own, I had never felt her absence this much, despite having lived with her for 19 years. I hated feeling like this.
My eyes stayed glued to the window as the sun rose up, giving the sky an orangish hue. Sergio's men were milling about, rifles in hand and with stoic faces. But no sign of him nor Luca. Not even that imbecile Alessandro.
Groaning, I let my head fall back with a thud to the window as my eyes fell shut. This was a shitshow. A complete and utter shitshow. To say that I hadn't slept well over the past two days would be an understatement. I had sent Sergio several texts and had called him countless of times only to get his voicemail and eventually hear the standard message that his phone was switched off. Where the fuck was he gallivanting around right now?
Rubbing the heel of my palm across my eyes, I fumbled in our room and somehow made my way to the bed before I face planted onto the floor. I flopped onto the mattress as a sigh left my lips. Oh well, might as well make the most of the time by sleeping in...right?
It felt like mere seconds later when I opened my eyes and let out a long yawn. God, I must have fallen asleep somewhere in the middle of thinking about what a jerk Sergio was to have left me alone without any warning. I rolled over to the alarm clock that lay on Sergio's side, only to realise that it was already 12 at noon. Good god. I had slept for a solid 6 hours. I let my head fall back to the pillow as I wiped a smudge of drool off the corner of my lips. My eyes stayed glued to the false ceiling above me, growing restless at the fact that there was still no sign of Sergio. I was in a completely different country and all alone. Well, cazzo, there was no point in laying in bed all day and thinking and overthinking about those things.
I got up and rubbed the sleep away from my eyes before I went to shower. Stripping out of the clothes that I had worn last night, I let the bathroom steam up before I stepped inside. A long sigh left my lips as the scalding water soaked my hair. I basked in the heat for a few seconds before I reached out for my body wash and shampoo only to come up with Sergio's. I couldn't deny the fact that the man knew how to take care of himself. He had three different bottles of liquid - one was a body wash, one a shampoo and the other a conditioner. Thank fuck he wasn't one of those men that liked to use a 3 in one soap. Lathering the shampoo in my head, I massaged my scalp as my eyes closed, the hot water trailing over them. The scent of Aloe Vera and Avocado Oil infiltrated my nostrils as a strange sense of calm settled over me. Even though Sergio wasn't here with me, I still felt like he was in a sense. Maybe it was because of his prominent scent, I guess.
