The Revenge of Diana Costello I

Beatrice Costello

They don't expect a woman to be the mind behind the game, what they don't know is that we women act like snakes waiting for the moment to pounce. My husband, may he burn brightly in hell, believed this wholeheartedly and is now dead, I doubt there was ever a moment that even crossed his diabolical mind that I would be holding a knife and gouging out one of his eyes.

And my moment has finally arrived, for those who wait amidst the storm, glory arrives bringing new challenges and those I'm ready to kill one by one.

- Well, nobody expects anything from a wife or a whore, as my late husband liked to call it - I take a deep breath thinking about how to explain in a simple way everything that happened in that basement when my brother found me.

I saw a glass of water on the bedside table beside me and I drank it, using the water to organize my thoughts, calmly thinking about what I can say at this moment, how the pieces will start to move in our favor.

— Giacomo wanted to go after Sartori with the excuse that he had dishonored his wife, but let's be convenient, this type of punishment is only given with the support of the Don — I took a deep breath — Besides, I wouldn't get rid of him. She would continue to be held in jail or perhaps worse.

I ran my hand through my hair and Bianca offered me a barrette, which I gladly accepted given the heat in the stuffy room, winding the long golden locks into a bun on top of my head.

"Beatrice, what did you do?"

I understood my sister, in a few days I had become someone else or returned to my origins. Embraced by a part that only existed in my most beautiful dreams, Stefano died in them.

I smiled at the thought, pride in the cruel and perverse act reverberating like a first place medal stamped across the middle of my chest, I confessed.

— I planned, organized and disemboweled my husband – The smile only grew at the memory of the viscera falling to the floor.

In their astonished faces watching the little monster that Stefano nurtured in these years only made sure who one day was Beatrice Costello Sartori died, there is no guilt on my face, because there would never be a drop of regret inside what was left, what he left with his damn manipulative blue eyes. In that empty shell, which I still feed the biting thoughts, there is no empathy.

“Anyway, while Giacomo was trying to convince me he should kill Stefano, I made the plan. – I stopped without paying attention to their expressions, I saw the silence as an incentive to continue — Jack must have already provided the documents, that's what I ordered him and the reason for not being here yet, may be because I had to include one more batch of documents. false documents that was not planned.

I faced Frank who absorbed the information faster than Bianca.

— Whoa! - He exclaimed: - What are the orders, ladies?

I ignored the sarcastic tone as I walked over to the window that overlooks one of Fort George's most forgotten neighborhoods. Hunter's apartment was supposed to be for conducting business with those who wanted to supply the drugs, the best place to hide would always be under men's noses and close enough to slit their throats. I didn't play misunderstood, I just let go of what was necessary.

- First Bianca, get a paper and a pen, make an order of the single women and which families they belong to, if to live my freedom my brothers needed to earn their handcuffs, that's what they will do - I looked over my shoulder seeing the soldier disbelieving — This is going to be how they will pay for ignoring me for the last seven years Frank.

I exclaimed looking at how our steps will be until they rise within the family, until we have a way of walking the streets without fear of being recognized.

"Fair enough, they never listened to you and now they obey or go to the ditch, because that's what will happen if Don Sartori finds out about this." - replied firmly

Bianca returned to the bedroom with a crumpled pad and a crumbling pen.

- It was what he had - He justified himself.

“Giacomo is a trusted man for the Don, we'll exploit that loophole so he'll cede some land as a reward for loyalty in the midst of mourning.

“You know that old man is like a fox.

"And I'm a very venomous snake, Frank, and you know how a snake can swallow a fox?"

He smiled in agreement and my sister seemed lost in the middle of the conversation until she went back to writing on the small pad.

“Overall, what you two need to know right away, let's frame the De Angelis. It's the two biggest families with the biggest possessions, pitted against each other, Don Sartori will start a witch hunt within the family.

"While he's busy, we buy time," Frank added.

An effective way to organize the board while your opponent spends time thinking about their next move.

"But how are we going to do that?" I smiled at Bianca's curiosity.

“The Sartori family only had one heir, Stefano, and thanks to him, the Don doesn't have any grandchildren to try to fill the chair in a few years.

“That makes room for the second-largest family with initiated heirs to try to fill the vacancy...

Frank once again followed my line of reasoning acting as a perfect right arm, making My sister alternate her eyes between us trying to assimilate what we said.

— In the family we keep our friends close and our enemies even closer, the greatest beneficiaries of Stefano's death would be the De Angelis brothers. – I watched some addicts in the alley rushing to consume their drugs –We, the Costellos, would have nothing to gain from his death and from our death, it's as if our brothers lost their strength.

We were the big names within the organization leveraging the rest of the family just because of our obligation to be the trophy of those two wealthy imbeciles for being the heirs.

“So we're in Beatrice's way.

The soldier chuckled as he watched my innocent sister.

“Bianca, think of it as going back one square before checkmate.

I silently agreed with the soldier, knowing it had been a good choice to bring him along.

I moved away from the window that faced the alley and opened the door, taking in the small apartment, worn and full of mold, a sofa in the center of the room as dirty as the floor.

Hmmmfffff, five days and he hasn't thought to do a cleanup .

I rolled my eyes, imagining how Bianca would be happy to use one of our brothers' cards indiscriminately, but that would have to wait for Hunter, he's the only one who can make it to this side of New York without arousing suspicion.

I walked through the destroyed room with the even more worn wallpaper and the worn floor entering a small kitchen I opened the fridge the only thing that seems to be new around here, and at least that's what the three of them had thought.

The food will last for at least a week, enough time to provide the missing documents and to lessen their 'mourning', freeing them from the obligation to remain 24 hours a day in search of those responsible for our death.

“Beatrice, all the names are here.

“Fine, throw the block on this counter and let's get this crap out of the way.” I sighed, slamming the fridge door shut.

"How are we going to manage?" – She looked at me suspiciously – No one can know we're alive, I can't call Antonella.

Frank's laughter filled the room.

“I hope you're starting to get used to not having maids, Bianca.” My sister looked in shock as the soldier snickered behind her.

“You too, soldier, stop laughing at my sister's discoveries about poverty and get a bucket to help.

He crossed the room and walked past me towards a small door at the end of the kitchen. released the obvious

— You know she's not going to be very useful in this cleaning, right – He rolled his eyes — Look at the desperation, it's making me feel sorry.

I smiled dismissing the man with my hand, Bianca would have to get used to the new life it was that or death.