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 felt my heart shatter into a million tiny pieces as I watched the car roll out of the driveway - the car that carried the love of my life in it. The one woman that I had given my heart to. She owned it, even now, when she, no doubt loathed me. Someone had once told me that it was better to have love and lose than to never have loved at all. That saying really rang true for me right now. I knew in my heart that it was best to let her go. To save her from the consequences that came with being Capo of the Cosa Nostra. She was going to end up hurt eventually, even if she decided to stay with me. That was not possible now, though. I had just lost Gianna forever. But my hands were tied. I had no other option.
I put the cigarette to my mouth as I blew a ring of smoke into the air. I had never smoked in my life ever - not even once. But I felt compelled to take a drag right now, hoping that the nicotine would make me forget the pain inside that was currently threatening to ruin me. Before getting into the car, Gianna had given me the middle finger. As much as I knew that I had deserved it, it put a small smile on my face knowing that she still had her fire in her. Good, mia gioia, don't let anyone ever douse it, not even me. I had half a mind to go running after the car, wanting to curse out Luca and Alessandro for taking her away from me. But I couldn't do that when I had told them to escort them to the airport myself.
This morning, Bruno showing up with the Russos in tow had been a massive shock to me. And to see Carla grinning wickedly behind them had me wanting to strangle my old man's throat. Fucking bastard. They had sat me down and explained - or more like threatened me - what was going to happen. Carla and I were to get married within the next year or two, depending on how well business was. That's what it was. A business deal. Tommaso Russo needed the backing of the Cosa Nostra while Bruno wanted the soon to be mayor under his control. It could have been laughable had I not been directly involved in it. It was Bruno's genius idea for us to get married so that the ties between the Agostas and the Russos could be strengthened even further. Like fuck that was going to happen. I had to figure some way out of this. But I'd have time for that later. Right now, though? Right now, I wanted to wallow in my misery.
I had never felt so much pain in my life ever before. It felt like someone had plunged a knife into my heart and kept stabbing me repeatedly as I watched the shock turn to horror on Gianna's face. Like the bitch that Carla Russo was, she had shoved her huge diamond ring in Gianna's face - the ring that Bruno had got for her since I refused to buy her a ring. When she'd realised it, Gianna's wide eyes had gone to me first, confirming whether or not what was happening was true. For a fleeting moment, I had let the raw pain and anguish show on my face before I schooled it into a cold and blank expression. She had stared into my eyes for a few seconds, shaking her head unconsciously, as if refusing to believe that it was true. That I had played her.
I hated myself in that moment. I was very close to spilling everything but stopped myself just in time as I gestured to Luca to go after her. Her tear streaked face was the last one I saw as I made my way over to my study, waiting until Bruno took the Russos out to show them around the rest of our property. That was when I had taken the chance to book her a first class ticket to London. Where I knew that she would be safe for the time being. At least until I figured this shit out. Because there was no way in hell that I was going to marry Carla Russo. Not even in my dreams.
