prepare two graves

Giácomo Costello
Her hands touching mine, forcing me to open my eyes to her afflicted ones with the blood staining her delicate fingers, the conflicting feelings that I never knew how to deal with coming to the surface and being calmed only by her. The only one capable of having everything and taking everything for herself, from the despair of my corrupted soul to the pieces of my heart that beat wildly wanting to be chosen by her, because the mere thought of having to kill her shatters the last human part in my body. back of my mind leaving only the animal loose outside the cage. Some of us really do have an illusion to live in and mine broke into millions, fragmented in the chaos it caused.
- Giacomo. - The lips trembled with the clipped voice. "Don't let me make the mistake of choosing them again." I shuddered.
- The only one capable of making that choice is you. - It was a blow without even intending it, the strong words coming out of his backward steps.
I noticed every trace of you looking for the exit, destroying a little more of my sweet illusion, the fear forming until the decision.
- I have a daughter.
Our heavy breaths breaking the silence and the pieces falling into place like a jigsaw puzzle, I ran my hands through my hair seeking the drug of concentration Beatrice had to formulate the fucking plan.
- I want to choose you, Giacomo, but I can't leave her here.
I advanced practically snarling into her tear-soaked face.
- How many of your lies do I need to discover Giulia? - I felt every drop of the venom dripping.
The closet door opened with a bloodstained Giuseppe.
- Julia, are you coming? - He spoke directly to the girl, noticing the pride stamped on my face. "Jack's doing the job, but we only have an hour to get out of here."
I took two steps back without taking my gaze from his waiting for the answer.
- We need to get my daughter.
I found myself holding my breath as she ran out, the soldier's disbelieving gaze meeting mine, I walked to the balcony I'd jumped off last night pulling back the big curtains rolling my hand to break the door dropping the fabric in the middle of the room. When Giulia appeared, it was with a bottle of liquor pouring the liquid on the fabric with a box of matches taken from the pocket of her sweatshirt, lighting a fire that began to spread rapidly into screaming flames.
I walked out of the room being pulled by his small hands, hurrying down the stairs finding an even bluer look under Giuseppe's shoulder making the feeling of protection burn. Finally I took control of the steps, picking up the girl and running out of the house quickly knowing that I was accompanied by the soldier.
Crossing the street, looking in all directions, thanking the dead once again for the mansion being so hidden, I opened the backseat door, seeing her placing next to Simone, I turned around, taking the child from Giuseppe's arms to nestle her in his arms, ignoring the tears that insisted on falling down her pale cheeks.
I took the wheel of the car, quickly turning to get out before the soldier could even close the passenger door. My sister's words reverberating with our plans, the breaches that could happen and now a huge detour putting our heads at a price. I pulled out my cell phone dialing the number automatically.
- You wanted to be part of it, the time has come. - I quickly hung up.
Receiving the message with the location playing on the GPS, when finally in the middle of the wide road it was possible to see the smoke getting behind. I let my racing mind work to save our heads somehow, in twenty minutes I accelerated the car inside the mall's parking lot, lowering the window to fire five accurate shots, killing her security guards. Antonella ran to the back door, stepping in at the same time as I nodded to Giuseppe talking to Jackson on his cell phone to delete the footage from that area, exiting the other side and heading out of central park towards Fort George.
Even though conscience screamed behind all the fury the danger of all my attitudes I completely ignored, making a sharp curve to stop the car in front of Hunter's building that appeared coming out of the interior towards the car. as he widened his eyes at the people behind.
- What the fuck did you do? - He said meeting my gaze, I answered him with a shrug. - Take that car to the back of that building. - He pulled out a bunch of keys. - What child is this?
- Julia's daughter. - Giuseppe answered for me, drawing a furious look from my brother.
- Fifth floor - He said extending a key. - I hope you know what you're doing brother.
I took the key remembering the dark alley we passed with the car to take the bodies through the fire escapes, retracing the route handing Giuseppe the key to get rid of the car, I opened the fire door of the building indicating the stairs, I pulled the small body scared into my arms being terrified of the child's malnutrition, grinding his teeth with hatred.
- Fifth floor. - I mumbled trying to control.
We went up with just the sound of our steps on the stairs echoing through the old walls, I opened the floor door making sure no one was putting them inside the apartment. Leaving the child sitting on the mother's lap, I walked to the other side wanting to burn my throat with alcohol, resigning myself to the bottle of water to finally notice the details of the apartment. A little better maintained than the other with red brick walls and simple furniture. I sat on a stool, resting my hands on the counter to hold my face and organize my frantic thoughts, trying to control the darkness and the animal craving blood, feeling the taste of revenge seeping into every one of my veins and spreading fast like poison, the thirst for their blood, the thirst to destroy each one piece by piece, the thirst to avenge my sister and my wife sitting on the couch stroking her daughter's hair as she beckons in my direction like a silent endorsement that destruction and death will be the only things the De Angelis brothers will want.