The Revenge of Diana Costello I

Beatrice Costello

I feel like my head can weigh a ton so drugged the almost painful feeling wanting to embrace the darkness again, I end up having terrible difficulty trying to open my eyes with my heavy and inert body. last week, your passionate kisses mixed with the taste of the cigar right after the beating, the firm and harsh words culminating in the abortion, the painful hunger for the blood of the only man I loved and finally the pleasure of seeing his eyes widen in fear and become furious when he found out who his tormentor would be.

The savory taste of our declarations of love as sick as the way I arranged for his death, covering every one of the doubts and fears mixed with the confused feelings trapped in that cell called home, a sweet taste involving my tongue making the monster nourished for so many years finally breaks free, taking his place in the sun claiming ownership of this filthy soul I carry, wanting to expose his exploit to the world the way he wants more blood.

Fear arises from an old friend who confronted hope at every turn, did anyone find out?

Would my brothers be dead by now?

Bianca where are you?

- Finally! - The sweet voice answered my thoughts and then I opened my eyes.

Bianca, my twin sister with hair as blond as mine, and the dark eyes inherited from our mother shining in the place with a yellowish lighting without being able to hide her beauty. Our souls always so connected talking in silence, doubts so clear and secrets so deeply sealed by our lips in mutual agreement.

— I love you, and I love you even more for having the brilliant idea of dying - His irises shine as the laughter reverberates through the place.

And I'm finally able to feel something slamming against my mind, so many sensations blending together, I feel the tears running down my cheeks and for the first time I know it's not from pain or anger, just genuine pleasure in being alive.

- We did it? - I sighed feeling a lethargy to say maybe an effect of the drug.

Taking a deep breath wanting to get some news from the three fools, the only men I'm now sure ever loved me.

"Not yet." Frank's voice sounded serious, drawing my attention to himself as he turned his face.

I admired the tall man sitting in an armchair next to the bed, his muscular body jutting out from the small seat while his strong arms being displayed by the sleeveless shirt with a steady green gaze, armed with doubts. He understood the silent questions breaking the expectation with the firm voice.

“Your brothers need to take down the Sartori so we can breathe in peace.” His statement made memories rush through my mind.

I turned my eyes to the ceiling of what appears to be a small apartment, the plaster of the room half moldy amidst walls with a worn and dirty wallpaper, I took a long breath to be able to answer.

— We need to help them somehow, I can't bear to know that they died because of my selfishness.

Yes, my selfishness is the cause of our being here in the same way that destiny linked to a family like mine was the reason for being Stefano's wife after all, that's why I was born to serve my husband and I still failed. A flaw within the mafia's perfect organization, something completely intolerable that must be sending Donatella Costello shivers down her toes.

Bianca, in the middle of the parallel conversation, seemed to understand the distress gnawing at my chest, folding her body over mine and resting her hand on my left cheek.

— I don't know how I can help, until two days ago I was just a trophy wife – She sighed — Yes, I know, you fainted a day too much, I almost went crazy thinking you might have died.

The caress of his hand hit a sensitive part, which must be a bruise from the punch.

— The two can start helping if they change faces – Frank snorted — The problem is if they discover the plan, then they'll catch us here, otherwise the two can stay living here.

The harsh words are the reality, but this soldier's plan didn't seem to please my sister, nor is it my goal, not after tasting death between my fingers savoring every moment of that hold's cruelty.

I need to find a way to make the De Angelis turn against Don Sartori, the two biggest families will kill each other to make way for the traditional Costello family, now reduced to three members. It's a simple way to sum up everything I want most.

I have the notion that Bianca attended all parties accompanied by Riina to be shown off like a perfect doll, while she only went to parties in the very rare moments when Stefano declared that she had behaved well, she must know about single girls who can close agreements by marrying our brothers.

It's their destiny, and honestly, I don't feel the least bit guilty, as Jack had said: They follow family rules, honoring their wives.

My brothers would not be like Riina or Sartori, the future of the family and that thought brought a smile to my aching face.

Bianca watched as if she wanted to discover my thoughts, but I didn't try to hide them.

— I need black ink, blue ink, scissors and some pink ink too – Frank raised an eyebrow — We'll need new documents, maybe Jack has already provided.

Frank huffed as if he was having a nervous breakdown keeping his face in a contortion of lips letting silence prevail in the room.

Bianca and I were waiting for the man to fall hard to the ground, but he just got up, finally getting rid of his disgust and exasperation.

— Ah Beatrice Costello, it's not possible that you don't know – He said it as if it were obvious – Let's play it cool since we're in the same boat.

I nodded, becoming completely curious as he calmed himself down by sitting back in the chair, I swung my feet off the bed, taking in the flawed hardwood floor and worn wallpaper next to a small window to the side.

— What you and Bianca have in beauty, your brothers have in muscles, the Costello family should have at least run for the chair of Consiglieri and not even that your father, before he died, tried to do. – He stopped in an impressively dramatic way – Because he didn't want to tarnish the family name with the intelligence of his brothers.

And it was at that point that Frank won me over, the soldier ripped out an almost infinite laugh with his sincerity, I felt my eyes watering with laughter and my cheeks hurting. I don't make a point of refuting or clarifying certain details about your speech, some things deserve to remain buried with our parents. I looked at Bianca who seems to be desperate to find out that our brothers are stupid, but this is nothing new. Not even for her.

Now, if Giacomo had had an ounce of intelligence, I wouldn't have married Sartori but De Angelis, it would have been more profitable for the Costello cocaine trade to have joined a family that has great distribution power.

Soon the soldier and my sister seemed ecstatic with my burst of laughter.

— Tell me something new Frank, that I know. - I said trying to control my breathing, wiping the tears that ran down my aching cheeks. "Do you really think that when Giacomo offered to kill Stefano, my beautiful beauty wouldn't have already planned everything?"

I kept laughing and realizing that fools didn't understand, a woman always discredited, her voice not heard and her presence dismissed in front of business. Donatella and Antonio didn't just raise my brothers, they raised me too, they instilled at every precise point what it means to be a Costello and that's the kind of lesson you don't forget.