Faith

Every day he put us to bed and spent more time with me so he could read the horror stories that Bianca cries when she listens, while his obligations to the mafia didn't ask for him, he didn't expose those bitches to us. I had a happy childhood because of him and if today I know how to lie as well as he is because we are half of the same coin, so identical and so different.

— Stefano wanted to close a deal with Ortega — I sigh, letting the truths begin to come out even knowing the sentimental consequences inside — It was his first attempt to explore more of the resources he was gaining by betraying his family and he needed to have a way out amount to get back with additions.

I stop remembering the night, Stefano's blue eyes sparkled like the eyes of a child about to get a candy. The blue corset dress he made a point of choosing and bringing home stating that he had finally managed to make his beautiful wife a presentable lady.

The sweet kisses and caresses on my cheeks, I sighed as we boarded a private jet feeling happy to finally have a little bit of the husband I've dreamed of.

I come out of my thoughts with the grip on my hand, I lean my head on the bench trying not to suffer from the memories.

— When we arrived at the party I found that he had offered me as entertainment for the guests and Ortega said he would negotiate if he would let us talk alone.

— My husband of course accepted without any questions, I thought Carlos would do what Stefano's friends liked to do, but I found out that the man just wanted information about a woman he was in love with. We made a deal, whenever I was taken to Carlos' house he would take me out of the other people's room and I would help him with his forbidden love.

I took the messages and came back with them feeling like a naughty cupid between the two of them, Carlos and I climbed into bed and talked for hours about totally random things, outside the room I met the ruthless man who was building what would become the biggest Cartel in the world. Mexico. I lost count of how many times Stefano incited someone to make him kill in front of me out of jealousy for being taken to his room and not treated as he would have liked.

"Sorella, what happened?" I give Gia a sad smile.

“The woman Carlos fell in love with was doing the same thing as me, only happy to get information from the man. It was like putting the knife in the heart of a friend Giacomo.

— The Dallamari? – I nod – Dio, that was why Sartori declared Ortega an enemy.

— Ahhh Enrico Sartori is another cretin who used his good relations with the Dallamaris to get information about Carlos’ business — I let go in disgust and see my brother open his mouth — It wasn’t just any attempt, it was Carlos’ sister’s right to vendetta His youngest was killed in that ambush that Enrico set up.

“Cazzo…why didn't he want to kill Don? – He asks, straightening himself, curious as ever – It's a good story sorella. - I chuckle with your justification.

“It would cause a lot of damage and he had just merged the holdings into a single cartel, the ones left over from other schemes accepted small parts of some territories by paying him a percentage, but you know it was recent it was risky.

'It's been about five years now.

“Yes, I spent a whole year dreaming of helping a couple, but I was actually sinking my friend.” I flash a sad smile. “On my nineteenth birthday I asked Carlos to show me how a woman should be treated well, it had been a little over a year since her heart had been broken and mine was only withering more and more.

I run my hands through my hair, moving my neck in an attempt to ease the weight of the words.

"Are my nephews Ortega's children?" She widens her eyes.

I begin to respond by continuing the story so that there is no doubt about what happened, I do not intend to return to this subject.

— After that birthday Stefano's punishments became worse and worse, the longer the bruises remained, the longer I was stuck at home without seeing anyone. Finding Carlos was a day in paradise, I ended up getting him pregnant at twenty-one, I figured the child was Stefano's. It was his first pregnancy…. – I stutter a little – that he let me have.

“If I hadn't seen the first few hours you spent torturing that son of a puttana, I would personally use him in hell.

I smile squeezing his hand, having his help to make him pay the way he wanted was our best work as a duo.

— I went into labor after a beating from Stefano, when I woke up the doctors said the baby had died. Another year passed and on the same date we returned to Ortega's house, he spent hours cherishing me when I told the story I said that my husband's bad seed would not be able to avenge on anyone, but I was so tired of losing. Dreamed of a family, Gia, still believed that with a bambino like Enrico asked, Stefano would transform. Carlos said that if he wanted to make a child with me and protect the child to be his successor, he had become a great friend and I wanted a child so badly.

I stop talking feeling the tears running down my cheeks and the sobs catching in my throat. I feel my brother's strong, comforting hug and continue talking with my face hidden in his shirt, feeling protected.

— Ah Gia, when Stefano noticed the signs of pregnancy he came like a raging bull, said he was getting pregnant with Carlos on purpose because he wanted a reason for the Mexican to claim me. It was the second day of December, snowflakes were falling through the window, and that's when he ripped everything out of me. He said he'd made a point of provoking my miscarriages even a few times I thought it was just my cycle, telling me he had a vasectomy before we were married because he would never name the son of a bitch Costello Sartori, who had killed the babies at the Gia maternity ward.

I squeeze my brother's shirt, realizing the loud sounds are my sobs, the grip intensifying.

"How did you find out the children are alive?" He runs his hand through my hair, asking quietly.

I dry my face, shifting as best I can back on the bench, staring into his dark eyes.

— This year Stefano didn't take me to the meeting because of what Carlos said he got suspicious with the insinuations that he himself made for not having taken me, he spent the whole year looking and a week before receiving the news about 'our' death he found them both bribing some nuns of the place apparently took the DNA test and when Stefano's death reached their ears, they sold the children to Carlos. - I stopped, pulling my breath calmly, trying to control my thoughts by trapping the past back in the box. — They are safe with their father Gia, things are more tense around here and even with the claims for the loss of territory in Arizona Carlos' business in South America only grows none of the remnants want to lose a part of the profit revolting now .

I look at the roof of the car not wanting to break the silence, I hear my brother typing something on his cell phone after his hand on my cheek trying to give some comfort.

- Let's complete this revenge sorella, I want to meet my nephews.

I smile with your way of giving support, the twins are the feelings ripped from the chest and a bigger reason to go on after having lost everything.

The broken shards would be ignored and I would wear the best mask to give a better life than I had to see your eyes shining with the non-existent feelings in me, Stefano tried but failed to erase the blood ties that surround my brothers and my children. And for that one living part of my soul I would fight every battle without mercy.