Giacomo
Thinking of the marks on Beatrice's arms erased any thought of allegiance to the Don, I would never betray my blood.
They didn't have the opportunity to meet Donatella Costello, but the three of us did and as much as at parties she looked like a doll she would put anyone down to defend her boys, her mission was to unite us. After I was initiated I felt angry with everyone, I didn't speak to anyone for two years was the time it took for the other two to go through what I had gone through the atmosphere inside the house only went from bad to worse.
The house had gone silent without our jokes, we didn't want to obey her, so one sunny day Dad called us out in the backyard and suddenly there she came with a rope tying us around a tree and ranting about our unacceptable behavior, like brothers should stick together that he had put his children in the world to be men and that real men protect blood.
Antonio Costella held back his laughter and left with a shrug, it was two days tied the initiation had been bad, but she silently tortured us by eating our favorite foods and drinking water in front of us. Despite everything that had gone through our father's rigorous initiation, it was hell to have to go through with the one person who was still viewed as a queen by us.
When a fine drizzle started to fall we gave up.
The elevator beeped and headed out through the lobby, doing what Donatella taught us that afternoon: keeping the brothers together, protecting the blood would honor her memory.
I got into the sedan with Giuseppe in the passenger seat and Andrea driving, I readied the gun and holstered it, we drove across town towards Beatrice's house. When the cars stopped on Church Ave, and Don Sartori carried a scowl that was bound to get worse with the next few steps, I followed him and through the door with the broken handle, I raised my gun and walked in front of the Don along with the soldiers.
The house splattered with blood mixed with the eggs on the walls, the frying pan lying next to the downed man and just behind Beatrice.
In a filthy, tattered baby doll, her small body covered in cuts and bruises, her blond hair instead of shining was covered in bloodstains.
I ran towards her holding her frail body between my legs, lifting her frail body, her purple face, her cold body. I hugged my sister without giving an iota of importance to Sartori's orders to look for his son.
- My two sisters, Don Sartori - I spoke angrily and the man approached - Look at the blood between your legs, the death of whoever did this to them belongs to me.
I decreed seeing the man's face twist in horror at the poor dead daughter-in-law in my arms, leaving no room for questioning.
“You will have your revenge, Giacomo. – His men acted quickly turning everything around.
Giuseppe looked so dejected over Beatrice's death that I almost took pity on him and ordered him to call my brothers, to pull them out of bed to hunt down the bastards who did this.
And even with the slightest effort to maintain the charade, it took an absurd amount of self-control to hold back the smile when Sartori decreed that Stefano had been taken, the result of Beatrice's barbecue would be put to good use.
I stayed on the floor with Beatrice, with the worst face I could bear in grief watching her heavy footsteps around the house trying to find any evidence that leads to the culprit, anything out of place and when his wife Anna arrived seeing her daughter-in-law, she started to cry in tears and soon after my brothers arrived completing the perfect theater.
— Madam Anna — I said, getting up and calling the woman who was now clinging to her husband — Could you take care of the preparations for my sisters' wake? I need to find something that leads me to the culprit.
I spoke to the mutterings of confirmation from the two sullen men standing in the room.
— Of course dear, you three — her gaze passed over each of us — You lost two sisters today and I lost two daughters — She cried again — Enrico si prega di trovare il colpevole per favore!
The woman shivering was the icing on the cake, Don Sartori beckoned him to wait outside the house and like obedient lambs we started an argument on the side about how their security was so disorganized and weak, each blaming the other.
Jack ran his hands through his hair, almost pulling it out of his head, and Hunter paced back and forth.
- Men! – Don Sartori called – This is no time to fight each other, let's turn the city upside down, whoever did this to your sisters and Riina took my son.
The order made us stop with the best intentions to follow the command
"Didn't you find Stefano?" – Hunter asked raising his head, acting crazy, after all, he arrived listening to the soldiers' reports.
While Jack was still acting out of control, I took a step forward acting like the loyal man I was, my hands didn't shake, my eyes didn't show and my voice came out cold and sharp.
“Don Sartori, whoever did this will pay in blood. - I said listening to Jack confirm when he stopped his performance - We will find my brother-in-law.
The duty to find Stefano for the Don is a test of loyalty, but avenging the death of one's own blood would be a matter of honor.
And that wouldn't be that hard to do.
"I'll have all my men looking for him, Don Sartori," Jack said from behind me.
- Mine are at your disposal, Don - The man assessed us, one by one.
Knew what he was looking for, a flaw, a crack in any of us, to have a reason to lock us in the basement of the headquarters and rip off every finger until he reported Stefano's whereabouts, he ignored the photos of Beatrice lying around the office the evidence. that his son was a piece of shit, confirming that he himself would have no mercy on me any more than he had for throwing my sister to his disgusting son.