Beatrice Costello They don't expect a woman to be the mind behind the game, what they don't know is that we women act like snakes waiting for the moment to pounce. My husband, may he burn brightly in hell, believed this wholeheartedly and is now dead, I doubt there was ever a moment that even crossed his diabolical mind that I would be holding a knife and gouging out one of his eyes. And my moment has finally arrived, for those who wait amidst the storm, glory arrives bringing new challenges and those I'm ready to kill one by one. - Well, nobody expects anything from a wife or a whore, as my late husband liked to call it - I take a deep breath thinking about how to explain simply everything that happened in that basement when my brother found me. I saw a glass of water on the bedside table beside me and I drank it, using the water to organize my thoughts, calmly thinking about what I can say at this moment, and how the pieces will start to move in our favor. — Giacomo wanted to go
Beatrice Costello And I would a thousand times prefer a life away from the family, free of Stefano, then continuing to pretend to be a happy and loving wife, just the thought made bile rise in my throat. I knew Bianca would know how to do a few things, so I put her to do what was most useful. A list of products we'd need living here, Frank looked relieved when my sister's frown lifted. With two buckets, a few bottles of bleach, and a broom, five hours later we were done cleaning up. Life granted me the clemency of having an old washing machine, but working in the small service area, the sofa would go to the trash anyway. I tried to understand what time it was and what day it was, two days off meant Wednesday. — It's Thursday morning already — Frank answered the silent thoughts — I'm going to take a shower first. He just warned and left towards the bedroom with the bathroom, Bianca finally seemed to have finished the list. There must have been an item saying 'buy a new apartment'.
Giácomo Costello Sometimes we need to make decisions that even the devil doubts our intentions and capabilities until the moment our name enters the condemned list. Being the eldest within the mafia means having a lot of expectations on your shoulders, and stifling responsibilities, one of the few interesting parts is being the one who keeps secrets and I still had to hear several repeated stories before I was initiated. Like why two brothers got American names, even with the Italian last name. According to the story, my father had bet with my mother that it would be a girl and, in both pregnancies, poor Antonio Costello had lost the bet with Donatella Costello, who wanted to give her children the opportunity to try to fit in in America. Oh, mother... The longing for the little childish moments next to her made my chest ache, a time I can't go back to and which at the same time is so far away. When she died giving birth to the girls, I watched my father fall apart before my eyes.
Giácomo Costello So, without any preparation or softening he unleashed, death is a common thing within the mafia but the fact that she was murdered by someone demands a war in return. I squeezed the shirt in an unnecessary force leaving my shoulders tense by pulling the air hard, gritting my teeth and asked developing the paper calmly using true anger to mask the farce. Every good lie has a grain of truth. - Who? – He knew that exacting revenge for my family was my role and he expected it as the older brother, a common performance. — We don't know, she and Riina were found dead at dawn — I punched the mirror that broke, huffing with rage because I wish I had tortured the bastard for a few hours, that's the real rage — I came to give you the news in person, it's been a while faithful executor. The words of confidence filled my chest with reassurance knowing that the lie had been accepted, even under a false veil of trust the old fox found no fault in opening up questions soon his
Giácomo Costello I decreed seeing the man's face twist in horror for the poor dead daughter-in-law in my arms, leaving no room for questioning. My voice came out in a tone that at any other time would be considered an insult, inside his eyes, I saw the spite for my attitude while feeding the false mask of a good Italian-American. “You will have your revenge, Giacomo. – At the same moment his men acted quickly turning everything around. The eyes of the old fox roaming everything in search of something that would justify the invasion and the death of two wives Giuseppe looked so dejected over Beatrice's death that I almost felt sorry for him, ordering him to call my brothers, to drag them out of bed to hunt down the bastards who'd done this. And even with the slightest effort to maintain the pretense, it took absurd self-control to contain my smile when Sartori decreed that Stefano had been taken, the result of Beatrice's barbecue being put to good use. I stayed on the floor with B
Giácomo Costello Hunter made the excuse that he was going to look elsewhere in town and went on an errand to give some pauper a decent burial over two tombstones bearing the name Costello. At three in the afternoon, we attend Frank's wake, the fucking coffin opened at his sister's request, sending all my composure down the drain. Don Sartori offered his condolences by saying how kind and generous I had been in offering the soldier's funeral and left. I immediately looked at my brother. "I'll work it out, keep going" Jack whispered in my ear. And at five in the afternoon, we lowered our sisters' coffins, with oaths of revenge on their tombstones. The Rinna, mourning our loss, allowed Bianca to be buried beside Beatrice. All the capos paying their respects, leaving their fake feelings in a row, until the De Angelis held in our hands the brothers watching every reaction in our eyes and she appeared there, in a simple black dress with no makeup which only made it more beautiful, Giu
Diana Alexander Spending the week in the cramped apartment wasn't difficult, I could really be in the cave probably lost in purgatory, waiting for the opportunity to try to justify my actions however, the dawns were more complicated with Bianca's nightmares. We are two pieces of a puzzle separated at birth, but surviving every day in the face of adversity is a factor that makes us understand each other from different perspectives. We tried to keep her distracted with the cooking lessons mainly by the way the soldier squirmed in front of her screams and explaining how to clean himself, it was fun, but the distraction didn't take my mind off how the boys should be. Frank proved to be an important addition to the group, bringing me up to date with each family Bianca had put on the bride list, his information pointing out how to use connections profitably along with new productions that 'theoretically' add equity to my dear father-in-law. Reducing the list to five names was easy, but ch
Diana Alexander I didn't believe she would care about that, I bet that getting rid of her brothers would be a blessing for the girl, but I swallowed that thought and answered simply. — So do what you do best, lie — I replied without any guilt — Close friends and even closer enemies. He knew she was right, having access to the ports commanded by the De Angelis would double our cocaine trafficking revenue. Besides, inciting Giovanni's rage is almost a freebie accompanying a children's sandwich, nothing can derail him but Giulia, and the fact that he will eventually let his guard down in the face of fury almost brings a smile to my lips. "Come on Giacomo, let's set our paces." I urged him to lose his face, the way he pretends to be asked to maintain an indignant posture almost makes me believe it. "I want to see this," Hunter snorted. My brother seemed to have gone into shock and I had to pray for his rational side to come back, the way we can lose our thoughts and the truth that s