Giacomo
Without having any notion of time, I jumped up, taking the gun from under my pillow, and when Don Sartori appeared, I pretended to sigh in relief, if nothing goes right and I get out of here alive, I would most certainly seek a scenic life.
“Oh Don, I didn't expect a visitor at this hour. Let me put some clothes on to welcome you - I said turning to the closet.
The man's footsteps came behind me, I entered the only existing door inside the room, the space of two large wooden and glass cabinets on the left wall and a large one on the right wall, for my future wife.
I rolled my eyes before turning to look at Don Sartori.
"Didn't your soldiers warn you that you were coming up?" – The question was simple, but the background of it demanded a plausible explanation.
After all, despite being a great enforcer, I'm still one of the family's capos and having the proper protection is like a rite of power.
“After following your orders yesterday, I thought I might take a moment and slipped into a bar. – I smiled, picking up a pair of dress pants – I ended up wasting time and needed a soldier to pick me up, I must not have heard the intercom, I apologize for the way I received it.
He seemed to look for something strange in me and only found a simple capo buttoning his pants, I kept moving around waiting to hear his words.
I might not have Beatrice's mischievous mind, but I've been shaped by fire and iron in this life, lying is second nature to me, first is to make them believe my lie.
The hours that Antonio Costello wasted trying to dismantle my lies, while beating every part of my body, were well spent, he might not have made me all his brilliant mind, but he had trained me with his ability to act with all the grimaces and all the posture that not even a man like Sartori can read anything but a carefree man.
I waited for him to start talking without stopping my movements.
— Son, I have important news for you — I stopped with the dress shirt in my hand and turned to him — Bianca was killed.
So without any preparation or softening he let go.
I squeezed the shirt with unnecessary force, gritting my teeth and asked developing the role calmly using real anger to mask the farce.
Every good lie has a kernel of truth.
- Who? “He knew he'd exact revenge for my family was my role and he expected it as the big brother, a regular performance.
- We don't know, she and Riina were found dead at dawn - I punched the mirror that broke, huffing in anger because I wish I had tortured the bastard for a few hours - I came to give you the news in person, you've been a faithful executioner.
The words of confidence filled my chest with tranquility knowing the lie was accepted, his hand squeezed my shoulder in a common gesture of comfort for the loss, he pulled away and I pulled on the shirt pulling the suspenders to fit.
— I would like to inform Beatrice personally, Don Sartori — I asked your permission for your son not to interfere with the visit since Beatrice's husband needed to give his authorization to speak with her.
Another thing that helped add to the furious scowl on my face, having tied up doped Stefano to Beatrice without having any opportunity to satisfy my will, at least the Don's disaffection assuaged the monster that whispered for blood.
The desire to kill the man I was faithful for so many years, who I believed to apply the laws of the family above all with all the admiration melting away.
— I'll call Stefano and let him know we're going, if you get ready I'll wait in the car bring your men.
He came out of the closet, I attached the holster and took the jacket, Giuseppe came towards me as soon as I left the room.
“My condolences, Caporegime.” The most trusted soldier who had spoken his tone of regret, I thought for a moment I saw some kind of pain in his gaze.
I stopped walking holding his shoulder and doing my best to let the air dehydrate my retina without blinking.
"Let's get whoever did this to my sister Giuseppe." The man nodded.
It was not news to anyone that the Costello brothers, despite being estranged, are very close, the three butcher brothers shouldn't have to teach the two girls good manners, another reason for the pressure of their marriage to occur, even if he had tried to postpone it as much as possible. .
None of my men had any idea what had really happened, I left the apartment accompanied by Giuseppe, I knew he would take bullets for me, but in any case I betray Don Sartori to take power and give Beatrice a chance to have a life, I admit that if were anyone else would also surrender his betrayal.
We act like the rats we kill and throw on any corner, without hands for those who steal, without our tongue for talking more than we should and at no time did I feel guilty.