Love is the other side of hate.

Giacomo Costello

I sat in the wooden chair admiring the depraved body so destroyed the blood running from the cut ears bathe, pieces of skin rotting the muscles exposed to the dirt of the place.
- I definitely don't know what to do. - My sister breaks the silence. - Having the pleasure of torturing you more or having the pleasure of knowing that Giovanni will do that job.
A wide smile spreads across her pale face.
- He would never kill me.
- After receiving our video fucking like two animals in heat? - I speak slowly, loving the fear showing through. - He himself advanced my marriage.
- Actually brother, I prefer to have this pleasure, remember that Vikings episode?
I open a smile at the decision, getting up from the chair in slow steps, I admire the piece of furniture without doors displaying a complete arsenal for torture, I choose a scalpel with a 5 mm blade. I go back in front of him, straining against the marked muscles causing sharp screams, I take two steps back watching her steps positioning herself from behind, climbing on the wooden table firming the knee on top of the clavicular waist breaking the bone audibly leaving the side soft left, Vincenzo doesn't even catch his breath and has a broken right side. The body trapped by the wrists with broken shoulders is leaning forward, its arms rapidly losing circulation.
I go back to the longitudinal cut deeper to feel the muscles tearing with the thin blade, the high-pitched screams pumping adrenaline through the veins, like two little devils breathing in each ear the chants of their death.
- I'll meet you in hell.
I look at her in an almost synchronized movement moving my hands down the wound, digging my fingers inside the soft flesh piercing with my nails to reach the edge of the ribs. Our smile expands in sync with the pain caused to the unfortunate, pulling the ribs one by one, breaking the bones out of the flesh, I pull the last rib, taking the knife out of my pocket and cutting the rope.
The man falls to his knees writhing with his shoulders back and his head lolling forward with his ribs in the shape of wings showing his lungs as blood runs in a thick river across the floor, the life fading by the second.
- I don't think it looked like Odin's eagle. - I turn my face, finding the mocking smile.
- I doubt very much that Odin will get a tribute from us, but Vidar, ah that one will rejoice tonight.
We giggled like two children over a gift, quenching our thirst with one less in our way.
- You haven't changed your fucking plans to stay in that apartment.
I lower my eyes trying to avoid for a few minutes the conversation that I've been postponing for weeks, I rest my hand on the wood as I sit on the step, Giulia asked to be rescued, she agreed to participate in our plans. The problem?
His big blue eyes undecided, and the same fucking questions running through his mind accusing me of once again choosing her over my family, even with Enrico requesting Jack to come back to town along with the engagement, my brother can't look me in the eye without get angry at the consequences of the actions I took and especially for having hidden the truth about Antonella.
Upstairs, sitting around the trapdoor, I listened beside her to each of the words Vincenzo said, I waited for the hatred to show on her face and all I got was a watchful look, she knew, in the dark eyes I was able to read between the erased lines, Vincenzo meant something to us. Among the lies we were used and loved by him.
- We just killed one of her brothers.
- Because she asked.
I look up quickly, staring at her smile looking at her own bloody shoes.
- That's why you didn't complain when I told you I was going to keep you for a few days.
Bufo running his hands through his hair exasperated by the silent manipulations, that day in the basement of Stefano's house I imagined a broken woman who needed revenge to get back on her feet.
How wrong was it?
My sister is like a small monster being fed on every subversion of our wills in favor of their goals, and the worst of all, is being slaves to it, worshiping every liter of blood spilled to quench our desperate thirst for revenge.
- She knows what Gia did, she saw who you are, she decided to take a leap of faith in her feelings for you.
- What if she hands everything over to Giovanni?
I speak so quietly that all I can hear is his head tilting to indicate he's heard.
- She is not going.
- Things are already out of control
- I always forget that you are the only ones capable of bringing a surprise.
- And the Dragon- I smile.
- Fuck y'all, if anyone steps out of line now it'll be our heads all over town.
Eyes down, aware of the consequences of the swift and thoughtless attack, all eyes focused on New York and even with Hunter yesterday burning every motorcycle club crest along with Enrico forging a theater of power for the old man.
The girls intercepted attracting the supplier's full attention.
- you wanted them to be picked up by the motorcycle club.
I lift my body, turning to go up the steps to find her standing next to the armchair.
- Revenge, Gia, is a disease that consumes and corrupts.
He opens a smile leaving the library leaving the words loose, even if the puzzle tries to fit it is impossible to understand what purpose it is.
Or just be a punishment, for my mistakes with her, with our family it would be a fool to imagine that pain doesn't please us, the way we were molded attracts us.
Even if it's wrong, I take pleasure in every pain it takes to get Giulia and her long, white, Cinderella-style dress just to trap her in my farces.
I leave the library waving to Hunter who leaves the apartment accompanied by dark eyes shining with malice, I wait for the doors to close letting my shoulders slump. The silent place, I set off the alarms to put the soldiers on alert, at their posts just waiting for a threat to act.
It gets to be funny, knowing that the danger is here.
I walk down the hall towards the bedroom listening to the sound of the shower running, removing my clothes as I cross the closet, the small body huddled under the hot water steaming the glass. I enter, touching our bodies, being graced with the sigh he lets out, the red skin and the belly growing little by little.
I stick my hand in her hair pulling out a moan using my left hand to travel the perfect body towards her pubis the bigger breasts getting the nipples excited, the small hand intertwines my fingers making the eyelashes flutter with the slow movement showing the shining irises .
- If he is not your Giacomo, what do you intend to do? - The clipped voice makes your feelings clear with fear.
I lean my forehead against his, drawing in a breath hard because even far away trapped inside the fury, it was impossible to erase what this child means, it was like breathing that the words came out so easy and firm.
- So I will raise this baby and Anna as if they were mine the same way I will raise ours, your children are my children Bella, and my family is your family.
The water running down the soft skin can't erase the torrent of tears that make a path for her red cheeks, the sad look turning to hope I let her pull my left hand over her chest feeling the accelerated beats knocking all the air around, touching the sun with the tips of the fingers without any regret for the burning or the destruction caused to have such pleasure. Addicted to every trait, needing her like I need to breathe, every dose of the woman becoming a slow martyrdom to my sins, etching into the memories every damn time I wished I was someone better to be worthy of having her where she is now, in my arms .