A lie repeated becomes the truth

Giacomo Costello

My little angel seems to have a vein ready to be corrupted and I'm a lucky bitch to be chosen to mold it, Giovanni's soldiers were all taken to headquarters, the youngest's body dumped in a vacant lot like fuck of the traitor he was considered.
The towers of the Don begin to fall, the men of the council find out about the trafficking of women, of course with a little help in painting Vincenzo as a traitor, they are suspiciously spreading like ants without a queen. Shaking off the strength of the man with the arrogant look who pretends to know nothing, calling the Sicilian chiefs for help, I am left wondering how and where he is hiding everyone else's money or if we need to exterminate everyone.
Her small hands bring me back to the present in the white hallway needing to go with Don untied my wife, but not before whispering in her ear.
- Remind me to steal you a fucking Oscar, little one.
Just as the sparkle appears in his eyes, as we move away from the women who arrive to show solidarity with one of the great families, now extinct. They are endangered animals being hunted by an invisible enemy, it's funny how the man full of doubts about me now has me in high esteem for being loyal to him, his suspicions being washed away.
I press my fingernail against the already sensitive skin of my thumb, containing my thoughts inside the fucking aquarium full of piranhas craving blood.
The pulsation of the artery is like a perfect lure, the breath strong and furious around the macabre scene in the office, the men who claim to be loyal looking for any means to escape the gaze. Enrico betrayed his own ideas, honor and loyalty everything we were taught when entering the famiglia, and now the men themselves are squirming in their armchairs, perhaps revenge was the perfect cheese to lure all the rats out of their holes, what if to do against a pest?
Exterminate them.
I cut my finger against the nail to control the urge to open a huge smile at Giovanni's fall in all its pomp, never imagining that little Giulia would be able to do something. Now that's real happiness, my little wife embracing every little corruption in her heart to take revenge, the arrogant speech abhorring trafficking in women defending the ideal of our ancestors who must be rolling over in their graves with so much hypocrisy. I open a shit smile agreeing with the decisions of the man I intend to send to hell, leaving the office to meet Giuseppe who is waiting for orders, always maintaining his posture until he gets to the car to send the message he wanted.
'Can we have a week off boss?'
'Where would it be? 🇧🇷

'Arizona'

'Know what it means'

'Yes, I'll take Giulia and leave the boys here.'

' OK'
Maybe it's a really fucked up fucking defense for the aftermath of our childhood and all the shit I tried to cover up, but the communication between us has always been like that, each completing the other, each understanding the other's limits, and that's why Katarina understood that it wouldn't kill my soldier and Diana didn't question the decision. The little perverse mind must be working hard on how to torment Jackson, which makes her the most dangerous of all, first of all, the little mischievous girl managed to pull out the darkest truths with her bright eyes and today, without that glow, she has fun tormenting.
Out of all this shit what was real and what made us real?
I look out the window at the gray sky, are we a piece or are we what we force ourselves to be for others?
Broken pieces scattered across the floor, stopping at every corner of the journey to find one more and by some divine shit I found my little angel, a fallen piece of heaven. So, even knowing how fucked up we are underneath so many layers, I wish that everyone finds their piece and that Diana admits to herself how she feels. It's too tiring to lie and rehearse ready-made and perfect phrases until you believe it, that's what Antonio created us for, that's what Donatella made us for.
The biggest proof of all this driving my car with a suspicious look reading my thoughts.
- It was a good plan.
- And it was.
- When everything is resolved I will tell.
I don't look away, letting everything show through my eyes.
- We only have each other, we're loyal and faithful, fuck what you want if things go wrong I'll be the first to spill your secret.
- It's fair.
I shake my head, looking back out the window, uncomfortable with the feeling that I'm hiding something from them, but he's right, it's not the time to resolve this part of our lives, not now when Katarina seems to be hanging by a thread and Jackson is about to die. falling.
- I should invite her to dinner. - I change the subject knowing how enraged he gets.
- She must have a hunting trap instead of a pussy.
I crack a smile at the growl, knowing I've hit the spot.
- We'll see what James says about it when we get back from Arizona.
I reach up quickly holding onto the driver's seat as the car screeches to a halt her wide eyes turning red I swear I have some acknowledgment of her fury.
- Why on earth would that little shit in accounting know the answer?
I remain silent watching the vein popping in his neck as the car pulls out of place amidst a few honking horns.
- You don't want to look like there are people who want to hunt bears in pussy and shade weather.
He snorts furiously like a bull and I swear the bear is him.
- She goes with us.
- For what reason? - I question only for the implication.
- Fuck the reason she goes.
I nod in the affirmative, lovingly pouring in some gas.
- You are so fucked up.
He is silent for a moment, I realize that we have arrived at the hospital by getting out of the car, crossing the reception hall without having any problems towards the corridor where my little one is. The women of the family begin to say goodbye one by one with their security guards, leaving my girl with her fingers intertwined in the middle of the hallway, her eyes blinking red and her face as innocent as the angels painted in the churches of Rome.
- As fucked up as you.
I hear the murmur as I walk towards it and I've never been so happy to agree with the old man.