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 ran as fast as I could in my six inch heels, putting every single ounce of energy that I had left. This was bad. Really bad. I mentally slapped myself for not listening to my instincts. I definitely wouldn't repeat the same mistake next time - that is, if I ever made it alive out of here.
I panted as my breath came out in harsh spurts.
"Wait!" Sergio shouted behind me as he let out a string of colorful Italian curses.
My legs started aching as I pushed myself to make it around the corner. I had to make it out of this alive and in one piece. Although sadly, I figured that I was going to die either ways. My mum would complete the job herself and skin me alive if she ever found out about my reckless behavior.
Without waiting to take another gulp of air, I turned around the corner, nearly skidding as I heard more voices and shouting from behind me. The voices seemed closer as my heart went into a frenzy. It'd be a wonder if I didn't have a heart attack tonight.
My heart leapt to my throat as I felt a hand wrap around my forearm. With a shriek, I was pulled back as my back collided with a solid chest.
"Stay quiet otherwise I'm going to have to do something I don't really want to do to you." He muttered quietly in that raspy voice of his.
Before I could even wrap my head around what was going on, I was dragged into an alley as several other footsteps followed behind. Just as my mouth opened to scream for help, I felt a cool metal object being placed at my throat as my insides quivered with fear.
"One word out of your mouth and I'll have to slit that pretty little throat of yours. We wouldn't want that happening hmm, mia gioia?" Sergio whispered as he dragged the tip of the knife along the column of my throat.
My entire body froze as his threat registered in my brain. Yeah, no, I wasn't really a huge fan of imagining my dead, lifeless body lying in some random London alley near a dumpster. I gave an imperceptible shake of my head as he slowly withdrew the knife without letting go of the tight grip that he had on my waist.
"Brava ragazza." He purred as he leaned his forward and buried his face in my hair. He let out a sigh of approval before I heard someone clear their throat behind us.
"Capo, what should we do with her? Ha visto troppo." One of the men questioned, most likely the blonde dude who had stood by Sergio's side while he committed a cold blooded murder.
My mind automatically translated the Italian sentence as I squeezed my eyes shut. She's seen too much. Fuck yeah I've seen too much. For what it was worth, I really wish I hadn't.
"Hmmm what do we do with her? I think we should keep her no? She'd make a good pet for me. What do you think, soldati?"
I heard a hesitant murmur of assent in response to Sergio's rhetorical question. Cue the waterworks now, ladies and gentlemen. I guess this was the part in the movie where I get kidnapped and get taken away to his mansion in the middle of nowhere. Fuck my life.
