Giacomo Costello Brothers

15 years ago

Giulia De Angelis

I can't sleep, the sounds of thunder in the dark of the room next to the cold causing my small hands to tremble with fear, even though I know I shouldn't, I get up slowly turning on the lamp next to me at the same moment that lightning cuts through the sky, brightening the bedroom window, despair climbs my spine along with the urge to run crying to my parents' room.

I look for strength in my weak legs remembering my mom saying I'm a young lady so I take a deep breath getting off the bed, putting on my cat slippers, I pray they don't get upset about knocking on the bedroom door at this time, the sound of another thunder resounds making my legs go weak.

I run to the door, opening it, looking up and down the hall, and at the end the light in my parents' bedroom is on.

I sigh with happiness knowing that they must be waiting, I try to focus my attention on the fast steps, ignoring the flashes of lightning against the glass windows, unable to keep calm as Dad taught, I feel despair invading my chest, near the half-open door, scared, I hear the voice of my brothers, alarmed that they are out of their rooms, afraid of Vincenzo's boring jokes, I decide to stay leaning against the wall, not understanding anything, just listening.

It has to look like an accident Vicenzo - I heard my older brother's voice.

Don't worry about it, but what about the girl?

She will serve us a good deal.

I listened to the sound of footsteps getting unlocked in my movements for fear of receiving a reprimand from both of them I stayed under a sideboard, Giovanni always makes it clear that I must follow the schedules talking about the obligations of a girl my age, I waited to hear the steps on the stairs to leave under the sideboard pulling the heavy wooden door, I entered the dark room with a different feeling taking my thoughts as an omen when I didn't find anyone, I climbed on top of my parents' bed wishing they would come back soon to protect me from the storm.

I pull the comforter up, wanting to feel the warmth and comforting familiar scent, wiping away the tears as I hug the pillow, every nightmare ends at least that's what I thought. Innocence in the moment being a gift that would soon become a memory in the distant past, the pains only grow and in this hell only one queen survives.

They didn't come back, that was the beginning of my hell.

Giacomo

As I walk inside the family cemetery watching people pay their respects to the two men in suits beside the headstone, I'd give a kidney for the pleasure of punching Vincenzo De Angelis's smug face, all arrogance in his eyes. I pass a few more rows of headstones, arriving at the place I usually come when I need to think.

Antonio Costello - Honored

Donatella Costello - Beloved mother and adored wife.

The tombstones damp from the rainy season, well-groomed with the mowed lawn, I clench my fists tightly, missing the days when I would come home to my father's side, determined to have a nice family dinner served by the beautiful woman with the long blond hair. .

The sound of a soft cry draws my attention to one of the few trees still standing on the grounds, a large aged oak at this distance I can see a patch of pale skin against the wood of the tree.

I change the direction of my thoughts with the inopportune curiosity to find out who is hiding, I look over my shoulder confirming the endless line of associates sucking up to the most important new name within the mafia, with their pet dog at their side feigning pain with the loss.

The funereal mood is not strange, the cold wind lifts some fallen leaves despite the clear sky at that moment the storm's announcement lurks around the corners like the darkness in my chest, hidden by the false business air, aristocratic and peaceful.Behind the tree the sound the crying is louder, making my legs tremble with the desire to want to cherish, I walk around the oak tree, facing a small angel with long blonde hair covering her face with her small hands.

Realizing that he is no longer alone, he raises his head, muffling all the macabre thoughts from my mind with his blue eyes shining between tears and sadness stamped on his red cheeks.Without showing fear for having a monster in front of him, blinking several times under his eyelashes perfect wiping her cheeks, she must be a little older than my sisters, I feel a horrible urge to put her in a glass bell jar like a perfect rose.

Who are you? - The voice came out shaky.

You shouldn't be here alone girl. - I answer calmly.

Feeling some distress not knowing how long the girl has been here alone running

risks, I take the moment to sit in front of him, laying my head on his shoulder wanting to observe a little more the piece of paradise fallen on earth.

Small hands shake as she tries to hold back tears, long black dress making it clear she's lost someone, blue eyes stealing all the beauty of the coming storm.

I'm alone.

I open my arms in front of the painful whisper in an unthinking attitude, the girl throws herself in my arms, making my mind explode with the feeling of belonging, I feel the sweet smell trapped in her hair, wanting to comfort her pain as I feel my heart pounding hard wanting to keep her safe.

I'm lost in time stroking the blonde locks as his tears fall uncontrollably again, the feeling of helplessness creeping up my spine, so I hugged the little angel tightly wanting to convey some comfort, with the need to take his pain for myself.

You will never be alone child, you have me. - I say with sincerity without understanding the words that come out of my own mouth.

The eyes lift up from my chest displaying a beautiful glow at the bottom of the irises along with a small smile lighting up the darkness under my skin, I pulled my hands away from his back feeling that they burn as a punishment for touching such an angelic being, I raise my hands pulling the small cord removing the small medal I inherited hidden under the suit placing it around his delicate neck being graced with a smile getting bigger leaving his face reddened like a sculpture.

When you think you're sad, remember that you have a piece of me with you.

In many years, I finally felt a real smile on my face, when admiring the grateful look, I got up from the floor extending my hand to the little one, who hugged me tightly, sighing and opening a smile as she ran away, I admired the hurried steps with her chest Squeezing in, the rage returned like a ball of destruction as he pulled up beside the De Angelis brothers. Absorbed by the terrifying sight of the little angel so close to the demons I didn't even notice the soldier's approach.

She'll be a good deal. - I ignored Giuseppe's voice.

Stunned by the sensations the girl aroused at the same time as fury surges through my veins at wanting to rip her away from the bastards mingling with reality, the sin of even thinking about keeping such an angel with me.

It's just a girl.

I responded knowing that the most faithful and efficient of my soldiers did not go away, since I was initiated my father placed Giuseppe in my safety becoming a good friend and adviser as well as a soldier.

Girls grow up to be women. - I turned to look at the stoic expression carved on his face.

She is part of the cream of the family and would never be at the feet of that angel.

Anger mixed with the shadows that writhe through the chest crossing the stomach with a bitter taste of defeat the gall growing with one more sin building in what I still have of soul, it would really be the end of time if that angel was near enough to be corrupted by my desires, I shook my head, dispelling the crooked thoughts.

As I said, they grow up to be women, long enough to be at her feet.

He passed by the front with a crooked smile waving in the direction of the men we were supposed to greet in respect, fanning the scenarios through my head making the words echo clash with the memories of the hell I live and love to command like a maestro, I felt the need to spilling blood involving thoughts even before finishing greeting the grieving family, controlling all my emotions inside a box in the mind so as not to kill the only relatives of the little girl with the bright eyes putting distance as fast as possible so as not to be her executioner . Sometimes changes are imposed on us as something terrifying, which is comical when the human being can adapt to the worst forms of degrading life without caring about the destruction along the way, the changes only brought out who I am today and even if have been blessed with the sight of paradise that's not enough to bring about any change beneath the great layers that shaped the bastard that I am.

What happens when death and love embrace?

What happens if that angel comes across the devil that exists beneath that suit?

Of all my sins and the worst of them, I would never be able to corrupt that little angel even if it were my redemption. It would be an unpardonable sin to rip the sparkle out of those expressive eyes tattooed by my sick mind.