The Revenge of Diana Costello I

Beatrice Costello

I can't understand the motives of the faces concerned with how to follow the plan even though I know that declared war at the moment is impossible, the way their eyes analyze my every move is irritating.

Who spread around that women are fragile?

I shake my head, trying to clear the blind irritation that builds in my chest at continuing to be judged by men, when their only use in the world is to be born and raised by the care of women. I am aware of every possible flaw within that plan but right now taking down every deal made is more useful in raising resources than confronting Don.

—The Don won't believe this Beatrice – Giacomo decides to pronounce after his long minutes analyzing my steps — We can get a few months, but at some point Sartori will put two and two together, especially when he only finds Stefano's bones.

It's a valid point, I know that but I can't move the pieces without their support and if you have to appeal to an emotion that no longer exists I don't see any problem.

“I know, I just can't live here, can't stay here anymore. - I say, intoning my voice with desperation.

The best lies are always based on the truth, I don't deny for a single moment the fear of losing the opportunity for revenge and the fear of taking the risk of losing them, my family. My legs shake just thinking about that possibility.

- Giacomo will make our revenge prosper, the name of the Sartori will be erased - I observed Jack's confidence in wanting to avenge our family.

His support being a crucial point in moving Giacomo a little more towards the board rather than feeding his lust for carnage.

“I'll give my life so they can pay, sister. – Giacomo replied hitting the hammer on our destinies he is the only one who can act secretly on both sides, I felt confident with the affirmation in his voice.

The Italian mafia wouldn't accept a woman in charge, even though the bastards deserve to be chained to wooden logs and whipped on their white asses by women to realize how much they're just men, but right now all I want is to be free for the first time in life.

Being able to breathe the air contaminated by their spilled blood and not by my pain reverberating on the walls of this house.

"If you don't make their security work, I'll make sure your body becomes food for the fish myself," Hunter snarled at the soldier, his hands going into his pockets and pulling out a small bottle. “Jack go get another syringe from the car.

Jack left obeying the order, while Hunter my brother took a syringe from his dress pants and filled it with half the liquid in the vial. I analyzed every part of the place, seeing the disposition of the food that I barely touched while still on top of the counter.

"Giacomo, spill that food across the room, make it look like you tried to defend me." He waved, getting up and walking around the counter.

That way the scenario is perfect, the food being thrown and the plate being broken giving the appearance of having been dragged through the small space between the kitchen and the hallway to the bedrooms.

I walked, standing at the exact spot where most of the blood had pooled on the rug when the kicks were too intense for the body to withstand, at that exact moment when Stefano killed the last spark of hope left, Frank is still standing in the middle of the room, I organized my thoughts, taking a deep breath, ready to order, let out the phallus.

“Frank, I need you to punch me.” The man's gaze widens at the same time my brothers stiffen in place, Jack closing the front door with a glare.

I decide to rush the explanation to appease the testosterone radiating the place, it's not like one of the three is able to raise a hand against the little sister so the duty falls to the team's rookie.

“I need my face marked to look real since I'm all bloody and you need to have some mark that shows an attempt at protection.

Hunter arched an eyebrow, Giacomo chuckled, and Jack continued to stare as if seeing a stranger.

"Who are you and what have you done to my sister?"

It's like Jackson is really seeing me for the first time after so many years of being tied down to this marriage sucking every last bit out of my soul. Being half a man in love but not enough, he would never be able to love me enough despite having my heart in his hands, I sigh keeping a straight face.

- I present to you the monster forged and created by the Devil himself - I opened a smile in the corner.

They finally seem to understand that what Stefano had done to me in recent years was not something so banal, the dedicated, happy and obedient wife at family parties was just a facade. Their gazes meet in silent exchanges that I recognize, even after so long away from each other, not physically, but we were separated by mafia laws, yet, I recognize what is happening in each look.

The empty shell molded to support her needs, the trophy of her conquests to be displayed in public, the marks across my body not visible so no one would suspect that one of the mafia princesses was treated like the poor bastards trafficked into the clubs of the family.

When I looked into the abyss, I fell madly and deeply in love with the executioner of my prison, the executioner of my soul will always be my love and the taste of retribution is still sweet on my lips.

And for the first time in my life the scars will help something, with my bloodstained body the bruises still evident through my white skin will do all the work of looking like an attack, Stefano Sartori's beautiful wife cruelly bruised to the point of not resisting . Too young, without heirs, a regrettable loss for the organization. I wake up from these thoughts with the authoritative voice calling my attention.

"Beatrice, I need you to pay attention!" – Hunter approached with the syringe — This poison will make you pass for dead in the next 24 hours, Bianca has already been like this, for about 5 hours. We need to speed this up, we're going to exchange the bodies for any indigent and we're going to demand the closed casket, you'll wake up at the security location.

— Let's see some things that help you to disguise yourself, New York will only be safe again when we take power, even so, no one can suspect that. Nobody can suspect that you and Bianca are the brains of our family. - Giacomo drew a smile from me with his statement.

Jack is good on the streets, Hunter is good at closing deals legal or illegal, and Giacomo has always been the brute force.

Frank snapped out of his inert state, as if he'd finally made the final decision.

— Sorry – The man seems sad to have to comply with the order.

The punch came heavy and hard, my face turned to the right with the impact and I felt my vision blurring, nothing worse than what I had received before. I felt the hands holding me and the sting came soon after, being laid with my head turned to the side on the floor in a few moments still conscious noticing its movements around the house, feeling the burning rising causing a slow numbness of the senses listening to Jack complain about the punch and perhaps he took the opportunity to take the adrenaline out on the poor soldier.

Naked with all the marks exposed by the body, the recent open scars and only a robe covering the nudity.

Darkness has finally kissed my senses like an old friend, isn't it scary especially when you love the darkness of your soul.

My only fear at the moment is that everything could go wrong and my brothers could end up dying because I'm too selfish to keep waiting for Stefano's love to reach its peak to kill me.