I was sent to capture the CIA's most wanted fugitive.
But things took a tragic turn,
My entire team was murdered before my eyes, and I was kidnapped by said fugitive.
It seemed like my government had forgotten me and I became a puppet for the fugi...
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Everything in me wanted to stay back, press her into the bed and fuck her until she forgot about her life in America and her thoughts centered and revolved around only one thing. Me.
And I almost did, I almost lifted off the floor and did exactly that. And from the look in her eyes, I was very sure she was counting on it. But caving into my desires would mean giving up the control to her. And I refuse. I didn’t come this far to have her drag me by the balls and make me do her bidding.
Nonna comes out of the farm and she gives me a disapproving look. Chiara Ricci might be old, but she still knows how to use certain specific murder weapons. She also trained Giovanni Lombardi, the Italian asset to the American CIA, who trained people like me, my brother, Enrico and Stefano. But unlike the rest of us, Laura is his greatest achievement. She knows the words in theory, but as for the reality, certain people made sure she forgot that part of her life so that she could start anew.
I saw that version of her when she pressed her neck into the small blade I held when she was in the basement of the mansion. I remember feeling a number of things, things I’d rather not give life to.
Nonna ignores me as she walks into the house. I remain outside, because I know fully well that she is not done with me. In all of Italy, my Nonna is the only one I allow to order me around. She’s earned it, in many ways I can’t explain.
When Nonna finally comes out, she’s all dressed up in the clothes she has on when she is heading to St. Agnese catholic church, just a few steps from here. I’m about to grumble when Laura steps out behind her, in a white dress, a stark contrast to the little devil that swallowed my cum less than an hour ago. An angel.
The setting sun scatters itself on her olive skin, making her look heavenly and ethereal.
“Since you’re both getting married, you’d have to meet Father Angelo at tonight’s mass.”
Laura looks confused.
“Nonna.” I protest.
“You will shut up and do as I tell you, or I will start talking about the sounds I was hearing a while ago.” She keeps that defiant face of hers that says that she is not backing down.
“I hate Father Angelo.” I protest.
“What could a servant of God have possibly done to you?” she turns back she takes her time fixing Laura’s hair.
“Everyone in Milan is my enemy, except you, Nonna.”
“Then tell me,”
“Tell you what?”
“How does one become your enemy? Do they apply for it? Is there a queue?” she sighs in slight anger. “You idiot.” She curses in Italian and Laura’s eyes widen. She definitely understood that.
“Idiot? Me?”
“Do you see another Andreas Carlo Hidalgo here? If there even was another one, I’m betting the building you blew up that he’ll be just as dumb as you.” She says in Italian.
