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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With shaking hands, I somehow managed to place my hands on the steering wheel as the front gates opened. From the rearview mirror, I could see Sergio's figure standing still near the front door, hands in his pockets and a resigned look on his face. I had meant what I had said earlier. That this wasn't the end of us. I needed time. Space. But I couldn't really tell how long it would take.
After a couple of minutes of driving around aimlessly, I found myself on a familiar street, before finally stopping near the cobbled pathway in front of a small cottage. My heart had led me to Nonna's house. The only person that I thought could help me make a rational decision regarding my current situation. I killed the engine, sitting in the driveway for at least ten minutes before I plucked up the courage to get out of the car. Wiping my sweaty hands on my dress, I pressed the doorbell before I heard muttering from behind the door.
"Gesù Cristo. Who could it be ri-
Nonna's eyes widened as she took in my slightly disheveled form and tear streaked face before she ushered me in, no questions asked.
"Bellissima, come in, come in." She murmured, a knowing look in her eyes.
In that moment, I was glad that Sergio had a woman like her in his life. His parents had turned out to be utter disappointments, but his Nonna? His Nonna was the one constant in his life. Just like my mum was in my life. My heart ached at the thought of her and how the knowledge of her hiding secrets from me hurt me immensely. If I managed to call her later, I'd definitely ask her about it.
I settled down into one of the sofas as Nonna pressed a chaste kiss to my head, before she made her way towards the kitchen. The house was dead silent as I took that time to rewind and think about all the things that had happened in the last 24 hours. I mean, I was pretty sure that we had already established that dinner with the Agostas had been pure chaos. But then I'd done something I'd never done before - I'd pleasure a man. And not just any man. I'd pleasured my man. But then, everything had gone downhill after that. A part of me wondered if I'd still be living in blissful ignorance if I hadn't sneaked down to the basement and found my father tied to a chair like a prisoner. Would Sergio have told me about him - my father - if I hadn't found out the way I did? I understood that he wanted to protect me and that his intentions weren't bad. But I was an adult. I would have been able to make a rational decision if he wouldn've cared to let me know - especially since it pertained to my own flesh and blood. I didn't like getting involved in his business, but this? This was extremely important to me.
It honestly felt like someone had stabbed me in the back. Was there more to why Sergio had hidden this from me? Was there possibly more to the story than my father just being in the mafia? I needed to know. I had a right to know. So many questions flitted through my mind, my mind working overtime as I tried to think of a solution to save this - save us. I had never really been in a serious relationship before so I found it a bit difficult to navigate the ups and downs in one. I knew that Sergio had been in at least one serious relationship before - with Carla. Had they ever had problems? Had they ever fought?
