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.

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.