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 dragged a hand through my hair, tangling the already mussed up strands. Blowing out a breath, I sat down on the couch, hoping to hear the familiar click of the front door. She had asked me for space and space I would give to her. But that didn't mean that I wouldn't know where she was right now. I had Luca - the man I trusted the most amongst my men - follow her when she took one of my cars. He had let me know that she was at Nonna's house. That knowledge had given me a sense of comfort and relief that I never thought I'd feel. The fact that Gianna went to my grandmother's house rather than some random place made me feel infinitely better. Though, that didn't excuse what I had done - how I had lied to her.
Even in the most fucked up parts of my brain, I knew that this was wrong. Keeping something so huge from her would result in our downfall. And yet I did. I thought that maybe I could hold onto this idea - onto us - for a little while longer. What a rude awakening. I would be thankful if Gianna even wanted to see my face again. Fuck, I had messed up royally.
"Christ, will you stop pacing around like a madman again?" Luca's voice interrupted my thoughts as I resumed my pacing around the living room, unknowingly.
"She's not back."
"I can see that, Gio. But you have to understand. You hid something so monumental from her. You didn't fucking tell her that you had her father locked up in your basement."
"I know. Fuck, I know." I groaned as I put my head in my hands, one hand leaning against the wall.
"I know I don't deserve her." I whispered brokenly. "But then why can't I seem to let her go? Why do I still hope that she'll come back to me?"
I turned around to look at Luca who now had a sympathetic look in his eyes.
"She will come back. As your friend and hers as well, I know that the both of you are stubborn. You love each other too much to give up right now. Besides, she's hurt. So it's natural that she doesn't want to talk to you right now."
I merely grunted in response, pressing my head against the cool tiles of the wall.
"Think of this in a good way. She's gone to Nonna's right now rather than any other place. And you trust Nonna right? You trust that she'll be the right person to tell her the right things, no?"
God, when had this little shit gotten so wise? All my life, I had known him to be the most reckless one out of all my men, so where was this sudden wisdom coming from?
"Since shit happened." He responded as I realised that I had voiced my thoughts out loud.
"What kind of shit?" I asked intrigued, that my second in command cum best friend was going through something alone.
"Nothing." He closed off as he had been doing in the past couple of months.
I hadn't really gotten the time to ask him much about it since I had been so wrapped up in this bubble with Gianna. But now that I was aware, I wanted to know. I wanted to help him.
