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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Gianna and I spent the next couple of weeks together, so absorbed by each other and in a completely different state of bliss. I could literally feel myself floating on cloud nine everyday - so much so that all my men had been giving me weird looks for a while now. It was no secret that I liked fucking. But sleeping with any other woman had never felt so good. I don't know what it was about Gianna, but I could assure you one thing: sex with her was fan-fucking-tastic. Maybe it was the connection. Or maybe it was the way that she ran that smart mouth of hers even when it was clear that she wanted me as bad as I wanted her. I don't know, honestly. But whatever this thing was between us, it was something special. I wasn't stupid enough to ruin this.
That was precisely why I had made it clear that she was mine. No man could ever touch or even look at her - he'd be 6 feet under the ground if he dared to do anything to my woman. Ever since that first night that we had slept together, I had made it my mission to wake her up in the morning in one of my favorite ways - by eating out her sweet pussy. I could practically hear my wild girl's moans as she spurred me on by calling out my name and completely drenching my face with her cum. I would get up grinning as she would swat me away and hide her blushing face. But I wouldn't let her hide her face from me. I wouldn't let her hide any part of herself from me. I wanted to see her - all of her. Even the parts that I had once hated but had grown to love now. But more than that, I wanted to own her - own her mind, body and soul.
And yes, as absurd as it sounded, I felt like I was slowly but surely falling in love with Gianna Ricci. I honestly didn't know what it felt like exactly to be in love with someone, but based on the books I'd read and the movies I'd watched, I was sure that that was what was happening with me currently.
I felt a small smile tip up my face as I thought about us, together. What would it be like? What was Gianna feeling? Was she as in too deep into this as me, or was this just another fling for her? My grip on my mug tightened at the thought of letting go of Gianna. I didn't want to, even though I was a selfish bastard for thinking so. I wanted to keep her all to myself and cuddle the shit out of her everyday if it meant that she wouldn't leave me.
I took a sip of my black coffee as I analysed the way that I had drastically changed in a matter of weeks. Cuddling? God, I don't think I'd done that with Carla, even though we had been together for two whole years. Blowing the steam from the mug, I used my free hand to navigate through my inbox as my mind stayed stuck on Gianna - a very exhausted Gianna that was still sleeping in upstairs. From what I'd learnt about her so far, she loved to go to bed early and wake up early. Early to bed, early to rise, as she'd say. But lately, both of us had been going to bed late and waking up late thanks to all our extra curricular activities.
Just as I drank the last sip of my morning coffee, my phone chimed with an alert as my face blanched. Fuck. How had I forgotten? Today marked exactly 22 years since Zio had been killed - the killer being the man currently locked up in my basement. The weight of Zio's death anniversary and hiding the truth from Gianna weighed on me as a pounding headache slowly built up behind my temples. I cursed at myself internally as I got up and placed my mug in the sink. I was supposed to be at Nonna's by now. Usually I would be at her place first thing in the morning. But I was late this time since it was almost noon. I felt a pang of irritation hit me as I paced the length of the kitchen. If I hadn't been so wrapped in Gianna, maybe I would have fucking remembered what day it was today. Pissing hell. No, no, wait. This wasn't Gianna's fault. I had no one but myself to blame this time. Dio, I felt like a fucking idiota right now.
