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 smoothed my hair in the rearview mirror once before wiping my clammy hands on my shirt. I had met Sergio's Nonna before and she had been nothing but warm to me then. But even I couldn't deny that that woman could be intimidating as fuck. I wanted our first proper meeting to go well and I wanted to make a good impression, especially now that Sergio and I were together. A small smile graced my lips as I thought about that. I was his girlfriend. His girlfriend. If Sergio wasn't waiting for me outside the car, tapping his foot impatiently, I would have done a happy dance. I had never dated a guy before since I never seemed to have time due to law school and before that, university. But now that I was free, I wanted to make the most of my time with my boyfriend.
Was it too early right now to tell him how I felt? How, everytime that he did something sweet for me, my heart melted even further. How when he wanted to actually care for me made me want to clutch onto him tightly and never let go. Did he feel the same way or was it just me?
"Are you done, Gianna?" Sergio's exasperated voice came from outside the door.
I looked at myself one last time before I stepped out, seeing a relieved expression take over his face.
"Fucking finally. I thought that you were going to spend the whole day in the car." He grumbled before his hand took ahold of mine, leading me towards the small cottage in front of us.
"Well, excuse me if I want to make a good impression on your grandma."
"She already likes you enough. You don't need to make a good impression."
Before I could reply, the door swung open as a short, paper haired woman came into view. Sergio's grandmother. Or Nonna Valeria, as she had told me to call her.
"Come on in, what are you waiting for, you two?" She asked in Italian as she made a clucking sound with her tongue before disappearing inside the house.
Sergio and I shared a look before we both entered right in, closing the front door behind us.
"Sergio, Gianna, would you mind giving me a hand in the kitchen?"
"Yes, of course." I replied as I forced Sergio to follow me into the kitchen.
"Ah, bellissima, it's good to see you again." Nonna said as she kissed both of my cheeks affectionately. "You're absolutely glowing." She complimented me with a smile before she got busy with her hands again.
"If you could just help me chop up those tomatoes, it'd be great." She said as she gestured towards the fresh tomatoes.
I immediately grabbed the chopping board and got to work as I heard Sergio pipe up behind me.
"Good to see you too, Nonna. In case you've forgotten about your own grandson, you know."
"Stai zitto, idiota. Go and make yourself useful by slicing up the eggplant."
