Empower man to discover his true face

Giacomo

I tapped my fingers against the dashboard of the car for the thousandth time with the repetitive beat of Nirvana blaring on the stereo loud enough to compete with the intense noise of my mind, the anger mixed with the bitter taste of lies growing like a weed, fast with high power of destruction in a garden set up just for her, Giulia.
Within minutes the car door opened, a short, quick movement from Jackson, I started the car maneuvering out of the underground parking lot exchanging a look with the trusted man in the school van with the tinted windows, tasked with taking the women to the other side of the country. My brother put the folder with the documents inside the glove compartment of the car, I sucked in air with force and fury, even knowing the next steps, the bile rose, curling around my trachea like a snake taking the air.
My sister's firm words when telling how she suffered losing her children should have been the moment to release the words trapped for years, silently thrown under the rug, with the sight of a monster as strong or worse than mine, fear should prevail but we are a creation of the worst kind possible, those who kill and smile. Because there's a sweet taste in tasting another's pain, a sinful taste in enjoying each breath being drawn in with difficulty as the arching becomes painful.
Pride reverberated once more, without any regrets, even though guilt is a heavy burden to carry, this was my punishment for not protecting my two sisters.
The sight of nightfall embracing each of the dark desires numbed like a drugged by her absence, the scent still clinging to my skin causing a riot of thoughts tearing the mind to pieces with everything I've learned, felt and been taught. Jackson's words getting lost until silence reigned, because somewhere in my mind the truth was cruel and the pain in the soul warned of all the rot hidden between those walls making the monster roar inside my chest crying out for release thirsty for revenge thirsty for their blood spilling between his fingers like a trophy.
It seeped into my bloodstream like a resistant drug, like a disease, and the animal contained within a cage seemed ready to break through the protection to make her as affected as I had become, the feel of the soft skin between my fingers being a desperate quest to try to maintain control.
It was with this understanding that I was thrown on the sofa when I arrived at the apartment, passing all my obligations in the organization for Hunter to solve without a hint of fear of causing suspicion just by the size of the pain reverberating inside my stomach overflowing with fury, the hatred making the blood run in a frantic adrenaline asking for release.
Giuseppe appeared carrying a manila envelope from inside the kitchen after hours in which he felt every part of his body numb and even though he had tried hard to pay attention to what he was saying it was impossible, completely impossible to even hear her whining. The sight on the screen destroying every part sobered me, not imagining that everything could be destroyed in two minutes, the most painful two minutes of my life.
My girl, my angel lying on top of a wooden table without any revulsion or disgust, of having her brother getting into her, her white skin in contrast to the color of the wood, Giovanni's moans and as soon as he finished my little one raised her hand turning her back and Vicenzo began to penetrate her from behind, his face turned away from the camera.
The sound of breaking glass was the awakening, Jackson and Giuseppe's hands bleeding after breaking the bottles with the drinks in their hands.
I let the masks fall, the lies flow and the destruction take over in every piece of furniture smashing against the walls Jack touched my shoulder and my fury turned against him, I tried to breathe feeling my chest burning I started pulling my shirt desperate to lessen the pain, he tried to approach but I pushed him away. The screen showing my wife naked, in Vicenzo's arms clouded my vision, I started smashing the television losing all control over my mind, I lifted the sofa throwing it against the glass doors of the balcony breaking every frame and everything in front of me, I pulled desperate hair I saw the vases I bought and threw them against the bedroom door.
Why ? Giulia.. Why?
I said I'd protect you, but who could protect me from you?
Was it all a lie to you?
Why didn't you try to push him bella?
Why did you accept them? Why did you go to them?
And me so stupid thinking I was worried about the brothers.
I sneered as I broke down the intact balcony door, it was too perfect to be true, having the love of the woman of my dreams… Waiting for marriage, having her all day in my arms and her scent impregnated my skin.
Being able to enjoy the peace next to the little angel that I imagined was the redemption of all the hell that I live, I stop, pulling in the air, putting my hands in my hair, screaming with the fury that consumes everything from the inside out.
This is my punishment, for all my sins to believe an angel could love a demon that was created and shaped to destroy, to kill.
Feelings weaken son.
His voice comes back to the teachings filling my mind, every demon has a creator and mine must be rejoicing in hell right now.
How could I be so stupid? I screamed feeling my throat scratching with hatred consuming everything I had reserved for her for so long.
All the feelings shattering that little bit of hope I had about having a family, about making her love me.
Why?
How did I let myself be deceived like that?
How could I have thought for a single moment that there would be an angel in the middle of hell.
She must be taking all the information from here to them.
It makes sense that they showed up at the pier, she did it.
Dio, rip my heart out, any torture is better than this pain.
- Giacomo - I heard the female voice cutting through the destructive thoughts and I turned around without thinking.
Katarina in the middle of the room, unshakable with fury, turned her face to the side, I felt that I was ready to advance on her, Theo appeared at her side and my sister raised her right hand to him, extending her left hand to me.
I looked around realizing the chaos I had created, the room in the apartment all destroyed, the photos torn, everything destroyed like the organ that still beats in my chest, I felt the lack of air.
I woke up with her grabbing my hand from the memories of all the vows of love I made in love with a woman who never existed.
A fantasy from my dreams where she was the only reason that could pull me out of the chaos I am.
The only one I felt my heart beat for and now die.
And even though she was the only reason to try to be someone better, a worthy man I understood under the devastated look of Giuseppe to my sister alive like a ghost in front of him.
- We are corrupted souls. - The dark gaze gleamed with understanding of my words.
Small hands clutching my chest with their eyes screaming for my full attention.
- So make her love being corrupted by you.
Without a shred of fear, he hammered the final nail into the coffin of the stage-man created to adapt like a chameleon to the personalities and tastes of his Don.
Beatrice turned into Diana and now it's my turn to tear her wings off, to bind her with an unbreakable chain inside my own hell assuming her true face after so many years with the taste of the throne running through her veins and contrary to mythology my persephone will wish for nothing but the abyss becoming unable to return to her illusion of mount olympus.