This time Stefano has outdone himself, seven years later and he still manages to find a way to fuck with my psyche, even learning every one of his tricks to destabilize me. The marks spread over the body show how I was unable to maintain the theater, I heard the sound of the door opening, waiting for him to appear, I let out a silent scream when I saw my older brother.
His dark eyes seem to have been filled with hatred as he sees my state and takes pity. The messy hair and the always neat beard completed the familiar face, I could see the guilt in her eyes.
— Beatrice! – She Whispered – That son of a bitch is going to die! Why didn't you say anything?
'What could you say brother?' Stefano is my husband, son of Don Sartori. It's not like he gets punished for using his bitch.
— Cazzo! You're his fucking wife! - She exasperated lowering her voice soon after and looking at the door.
Even though the family rules were clear about respect, fidelity and not hurting wives Stefano wasn't just anyone, under his skin there was a real devil. What could a simple woman claim so that a whole council made by men doesn't see my state as simple education?
I don't doubt that other women in the organization go through the same or worse, the result of a command that only values its own home, the Don doesn't seem to realize that he feeds his own wolves, misrepresenting all our Sicily values.
Without having a reason to argue, I lowered my lower lip so that he would see my mark as Stefano Sartori's property, his eyes widening.
“I'm going to kill him.” Giacomo looked ready to run, I gripped his arm with all the strength that remained after days without eating.
- How did you find me? “I feared my husband would come back and find him there.
“Apparently, I don't know what you did, and I won't ask, but you seem to have won the loyalty of one of your husband's soldiers.
— Frank? – I asked.
“Yeah, he came to my apartment to say you'd been missing for five days, only Stefano was actually keeping you locked up.
“I found out I was pregnant, he beat me and used me until he lost another baby. - I sobbed and my brother's arms supported my weak body
"You can't kill him, it would be a war Giacomo, he's been out for three days, he's bound to come back any moment now..."
Fury rising in waves at the report, the truth is humiliating and it's all my fault for not being a good wife.
“Fuck it, I'm going to make this son of a bitch pay, I can't forgive myself for not getting you out of this sooner.
All this time I kept up the farce of the perfect marriage, from the perfect wife to a doll, I tried to forgive my older brother, after all, he only fulfilled his role within the organization.
Since our father's death, he's become everything to me, taking care of all of us and doing everything he can to keep us together.
I let go of my brother's arms, pacing the room thinking of a way we can all get out alive, ideas boiling in my nervous mind filled with hideous whispers and an overwhelming desire for revenge.
— Hunter! - I exclaimed - Talk to Hunter, he knows several drug dealers, get one that can bring Stefano down and one that looks like a good night Cinderella.
My husband's connections with certain contacts would only be a toast, the ideas coming to life and the macabre thoughts taking over the body, of being able to have revenge on him and those responsible for the horrendous nightmares. Each one who destroyed a part of the dreaming girl, each one who caused a miscarriage by taking away the opportunity for life to exist.
The grotesque way he disturbed and killed every good part of my soul, his ways of trying to convince me how strong his love is and then his hands closed around my neck. It must be all my fault, for wishing for a day without a beating or dreaming of a touch of love, I was trapped in naive dreams waiting for Stefano to become someone else, giving up all self-esteem to live for him, waiting for him longing to that after the pain came the warm and affectionate touch.
I looked at my brother knowing that everything was about to change.
He would rid the world of Stefano and, as a gift, he would put him in the power of the family.
'What do you want Beatrice to do?' – The low and serious voice expressing curiosity
- First his death belongs to me - My older brother shook his head in disbelief - You just said you wouldn't forgive yourself, this is your opportunity brother. – Without any scruples I took advantage of your pain for my ruin.
As much as I tried to never be able to truly forgive Giacomo for giving me so young to this demon, if he took away the opportunity to kill Stefano this pain would never go away.
Our gazes locked into a silent clash, his eyes traveling over the bites on my arms and all the marks visible through the dirty little pajamas. I took advantage of your close inspection to drop the bomb.
— We will kill him and fake my death for the family, we will leave the traces so that they believe it was the Sicilians, Don Sartori will hunt the culprits blind with hate — I saw his silence as an incentive to continue — The Sartori will disappear from the map Giácomo, and you, the eldest of the Costello family, will take the chair.
My only reason to fight for a life is going to be to get my hands on every one of them and have them begging for a quick death, when all they'll get is the little monster taught, tamed, and raised by the Devil himself.