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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"Sergio." I breathed out, still not over how beautiful he looked, even with his ragged appearance and bloodshot eyes - how he looked mine.
Luca stared between the both of us before he sent me a sympathetic look. What was that supposed to mean?
"I'll just be out." He gestured to the door as I stepped out of his way, but not before he clasped a hand to my shoulder, squeezing it and pressing a feather light kiss to the top of my head.
I sent a confused glance to his retreating back before I turned to look at Sergio again.
"You came back." He whispered, still rooted to his position.
"I did." I replied just as easily, the neutral expression on my face not giving anything away.
Just because I was going to take him back didn't mean that I wasn't going to make him work for it.
"We need to talk."
Four words that had his entire being tensing up before he took a step closer to me, giving me a closer look at him.
His hair was tangled, as if he had run his hands through it several times over the course of the night. He had dark circles under his eyes and his face looked sunken and pale. But what spoke to me the most were his eyes. They showed so much pain. So much agony. They showed him to be the boy he was underneath the mask of a man - a broken boy. I had been wrong to think that this wedge between us wouldn't affect him as much as it had affected me. I could see the pain and apology shining in his eyes, even if his expression looked haggard.
He gestured a hand towards the couch, keeping a respectable distance from me, no doubt not wanting to push me. And that little action had my previous anger dissolving even more as I took a seat opposite of him, taking in the broken shards of glass and what looked like a massive hole in the wall. Had he done all this damage for me - because of me?
"I want the truth, Sergio. All of it. No more lies between us if we want to make this work."
Something akin to guilt and remorse crossed his face before he covered it up with a neutral expression.
"Yes, of course. You deserve to know the truth." He said before he stared at our hands that were inches apart on the couch, but made no move to touch me. Good. It was better that way...right?
"22 years ago, your father killed my Zio Sebas. Out of jealousy. Out of rage. He ruined my life. So I had to get him back for it."
My jaw clenched at the knowledge that my father could have done something so cruel in a fit of rage - although, I shouldn't be surprised. He was a criminal with no moral compass, through and through.
"And then what?"
"Then I waited. Do you know how long and painful it was for me to find out that my uncle's killer had escaped out of this, unhurt? It fucking killed me." He uttered, his face showing pure anguish.
