my heart bleeding
he doesn't feel pain
many sins for
watch away
In the dark
to the rain
together we go
we go crazyr
Highway – Bleeker
Giacomo
Being the eldest of the brothers included hearing several stories over and over before being initiated. Like why two brothers got American names, even with the Italian surname.
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 the children the opportunity to try to fit in in America.
oh mom...
The longing for the little childhood moments with her made my chest ache, a time I can't go back to and that at the same time is so far away.
When she died giving birth to the girls, I saw my father fall apart before my eyes. The strong man who had broken his fingers, beaten and made me kill my first victim was completely different from the dedicated man in the house. In the last few years of life teaching me how to handle family responsibilities always asking to keep my brothers well, Jack and Hunter had already been initiated a few years ago, but that was my mission, to protect the blood.
Being actively present within the family erased from my mind one of his teachings the old man was an unscrupulous genius.
Learn to listen to women, and when you choose yours, make yourself the most sociable.
The first part of the advice rekindled seeing Beatrice in just under an hour of conversation, working out a plan right in front of me, and by Christ my sister is a snake.
If in the end everything went the way that little mind contrived, Dad would roll over in his grave, only with pride. We will have Cosa Nostra under our control and my life's goal will be to make it perpetuate alongside Beatrice's efforts.
Feeling guilt burning in my chest for ignoring your requests about the marriage negotiations, I felt ashamed that I had been a negligent brother for letting commitments within the organization separate the most precious little stones in my life, I remember the feeling to hold the little packages and rock them on all the nights Dad wasn't home.
In a short time my younger sister opened my eyes on the mafia's rule, on business and I had to accept that she understood much more than she should, and even though she was kept at home longer than in the middle of meetings, it was as if she just put together a puzzle with the information I gave you, I never imagined that one day I would follow my sister's guidelines much less that I should admit that she inherited Antonio's perverse mind.
Of all the things we settled on, the prospect that I would no longer be a confirmed bachelor scared me more than death, I should have killed with my own hands Stefano would have saved my nerves from waiting for Beatrice to choose my bride on Bianca's suggestions. Death seemed welcome if it were just mine, but I couldn't risk my brothers' lives. It was a promise I would never break, to protect my brothers, with that certainty in my mind, I began to execute the details that could not pass, to kill a disaffected Don in front of a few drugged bystanders so that the news of the death would spread.
He had walked into a bar outside the family, so none of the soldiers could check the time. I drank as much alcohol as I could without losing consciousness and called one of my soldiers to come get me.
Now sprawled on the king-size bed in the Upper West Side apartment on Madison Avenue, well away from New Lots Ave where the late Riina's house was, I frowned at how Jack could have called me earlier to play with the son of a bitch.
Far enough from Church Ave, where Beatrice lived with that Stronzo, and close enough in case of an emergency from Fort George. It would be suspicious to enter that area when the one who commands some streets in the region is Hunter, they would think they would be questioning some order from him and no weakness was accepted within the family. He couldn't risk it like that, the Riina had always been interested in the territory and now Salvatore's cousin would take his place in the chair since the old man had no heirs.
I rolled over in bed watching the Tuesday dawn breaking through Central Park, the trees losing sight of the sky that began to take on yellowish colors, and I finally managed to doze off.