going down to hell

Giovanni De Angelis

The golden threads being bathed in the late autumn sunlight illuminating the whole cold landscape of fallen foliage, cause the old fluttering flutter in the chest to notice the short legs chasing our mother across the garden with sin tangling around the throat like a silent snake. Unable to look away from the surreal little beauty spreading smiles and laughter her eyes identical to mine sparkling with life, I wished I was the only one with the power to take away and give her happiness, to be the only one to have power over all her delicacy not even punishment that I received that day for sin was able to quench the poison coursing through my veins.
I threw thoughts of the past into the corner of my mind, feeling the car brake in front of the family restaurant, I sought my brother's gaze intently on every detail of the busy avenue, I aligned my gaze with the plainclothes men marked in their places following orders, I took a deep breath and closed my blazer, controlling the need to go back to the mansion.
The little poisonous snake that I've fed for all these years decided to dream with a certain hope that it might get rid of it, I wanted to understand at what moment I let that little blond head imagine itself outside my domain. I should be used to it, I look at Vincenzo signaling, we go down together towards the entrance of the restaurant being greeted by the maitre, a faithful soldier of the Bernardi family who runs the largest food chains using this as a front for counterfeit drinks.
Walking through the busy lobby, I remember the not-so-distant past, when Vincenzo had the same ideas as Giulia, dreaming of getting rid of the knots that act on his wrists. My beloved, adoring, delicious brothers that no fucking woman or man in this organization is ever going to get out of my hands, why do they still think they can just leave, when I'm all they need.
The round tables and yellow lights give it a pleasant ambience, the room is spacious with large glass windows clearly avoided by Giacomo Costello, I have to admit he is no fool, sitting with his back to the wall clad in small white bricks, wood and some paintings from Sicily referring to our homeland. Away from my snipers positioned in the two buildings next door with a view out of any window, the shoulders firm in their cocky pose along with the friendly smile.
It's easier for hell to freeze over than to risk mixing my family's blood with this imbecile, I still don't understand how Mussolini could have let the Costellos escape. He rises in greeting, on a normal day just for the gesture he would try to be nice for the ego stroke but here knowing what he wants, knowing that he got Enrico's approval he practically affronted my family by ordering this marriage.
I just feel like putting a bullet in his head, controlling the irrational side I pull the chair sitting down being accompanied by the two men. The waiter brings the drink I usually have when I come here, serving the three of them without any opposition from Cosa Nostra's new capo.
I hold the round glass cup and bring Scott to my lips, feeling the burning go down my throat just to spend a few more minutes belittling my sister's fiancé. Unlike Vincenzo who can't control himself, wavering his furious gaze in his direction, but I can correct this mistake later, if there's something that both of them know I can't tolerate, it's this pretense of letting anyone else imagine that they're above us, showing weakness, unnecessary emotions.
Since I was initiated, I learned to control my emotions, my feelings until him, Vincenzo was born stealing all my attention and Giulia was born taking away all my devotion. Keeping them both is my dark pleasure and only the two of them manage to destabilize self-control, I tap my fingers on the table after placing the glass on the coaster, feeling my stomach churning at the only possibility of handing my princess to him. Something impossible to happen without my death.
Would you like to order dinner, Giovanni? - The quiet voice showing confidence in the Don's promises, he should know his boss better when he has killed so many in his name.
Let's not hang around, Giacomo. - I hold his dark gaze analyzing the surprised expression.
In a fraction of a minute, he seems to recover from the curt response, gulping down the drink quickly.
I would like to propose a fair deal.
You will not marry Giulia, Giacomo.
There's the cocky smile tugging at the corner of his lips ignoring my words.
Giovanni, the Don approved this marriage and even set the date himself.
Sleep with your eyes open Costello.
Is that a threat, brother-in-law?
Bufo getting up from the chair accompanied by Vincenzo, I open a smile.
It's a warning, the most beautiful women are the most venomous, you'll find out with marriage, brother-in-law.
I turn my back without waiting for my brother, wanting to kill the ill-fated now just for his audacity in considering himself my brother-in-law, when things are under my power Giacomo Costello will be one of the first to be banished from the land.
I get in the car, noticing that Vincenzo didn't follow, increasing the fury I feel to an absurd level, I pull my cell phone out of my pocket, ordering the servants to leave, leaving the mansion with only the soldiers when he finally appears after the scheduled ten minutes, lowers his gaze but do not say anything.
I tell the driver to go back to the mansion without breaking the silence inside the car, controlling my mind to wait for the right moment, imagining that Giulia alone would convince Giacomo to give up on the wedding was a mistake, this dinner another mistake, especially considering the fact of being able to put everything to lose if he spoke more.
This shit of poison that the two spread through the system leaving everything rotten and dirty, I can't even maintain a decent negotiation when imagining that one of the two has a price on his head.
Words are unnecessary after so long, that's why Vincenzo rises up the stairs with slow steps, aware that tonight the two paid for their sins.
I remove the blazer tossing it under the credenza, heading up the steps as I roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt at the top of the stairs, the silent hallway a prelude to terror, unleashing the worst in me on the only ones who have something human lost here. The light coming out of the half-open door in the midst of all the darkness, the desire and despair to affirm their destinies tied to my hands.
Without making a sound I step through the gap, finding the tiny body under the knees on its back with a long braid falling down the back and the bathroom light with the sound of the shower, I remove the belt from my pants, winding it in my right hand, analyzing the quarter tone pink and white neatly arranged, the mirror on the ceiling betraying the tears I so desire.
I trace the contour of her neck with my fingertips feeling her body shudder with the touch, increasing my desire for her pain.
Tell Sorella what her sin is. - I speak letting my voice break the silence of the room, the sobs increased in their search for the right words.
I'm a temptation, Fratello, I'm a pretentious bitch who tempts her own brother.
I let the end of the belt fall out of my hand to trace the contour of her slim waist, admiring the mark on her hip, just my little bitch, marked by me and no one else.
The only reason your punishment isn't greater is my bambina benevolence, remember that.
Yes Fratello.
With my left hand, I wrapped the blond strands in my fist, inhaling the sweet perfume like a drug, exposing the thin neck, forcing our gazes to fix its recognition, the sadness, the certainty of pain feeds the monster, I loosen its hair to pin the wrists behind the back with the belt.
I pull her by the hair laying on the plush rug forcing the body back leaving the pink pussy exposed between the now purple thighs, I was too light yesterday, I was too calm I should have left her whole body marked, I take the brush under the bed, feeling the weight of wood in hand adoring anticipation stirred up by the low sound of crying, I land the first blow to the ass, winning the prize, your screams are the best prize, eighteen blows, eighteen goddamn years it took me to prepare you to serve and now I have than putting up with an executioner imagining himself in my place.
Her body trembles with pain, the skin red I kneel, between her legs loving seeing the skin that gave way gushing blood in a perfect painting I pull the bag out of my pocket pouring the powder down my ass pulling it in a single breath traveling in pleasure, I stick my fingers in his intimate awareness that he is waiting at his side, I nod, accompanying the firm movements until he kneels and crawls. Taking a pill offering Giulia who accepts it promptly, I wait for the effect to start leaving her as tall as the whores in the brothels, but she is my puttana, pulling the towel from her hips, leaving her shaved ass exposed to the eyes in a submissive position.
He just asked to negotiate the terms, Fratello.
I take a few steps away from Giulia's body, going to meet her, standing up and watching while I unbutton my dress pants, taking my heavy erection to my mouth.
Do your best Fratello is the only lubricant you'll ever have.
His eyes widen, my fury spreads and consumes everything around I don't allow him to retreat and I push up to his throat rejoicing with the gasp followed by the lack of air, I slowly withdraw and thrust again loving the striking red while the blue eyes shed tears.
You will send Dominus with the demands, there is no negotiation brother.- I pulled his hair letting him breathe again. - Let's keep this facade until we find a way this marriage does not happen.
Breathless nodding in agreement I ignored it, pulling him by the hair and throwing him on the bed lifting and opening the flesh to thrust me in without any warning, his scream cutting through the night. Taking and reaffirming who it belongs to, the drug coursing through my veins entering a loop going through nirvana several times until exhausted in a strong and possessive come admiring the fluids oozing out of the body, I took off the rest of the suit heading towards the bathroom letting him catch his breath as he cleaned me up.
I returned to the room admiring the recurrent fury of the punishment taking its place behind her, lunging like a desperate animal to reach the denied apex, I walked naked behind her body feeling the tension returning when I noticed my intentions I took the place once more punishing the body through the tight channel manhandling for the pleasure of reasserting possession over them.