Giulia CostelloWhen the two men entered the apartment, interrupting our lunch, the idea formed as quickly as I dared to do it, so now sitting in the luxury restaurant that Giovanni loves so much, I cross my legs confidently as I have never been able to feel in all these years. The microphone is hidden in the small pendant, I lift the glass taking a sip of the water, I look at the entrance and there is a pair of sky blue eyes shining with confidence, pompous, proud, and arrogant.As I spoke aloud what I intended, I sorely expected to feel remorse, and pity for conspiring against my brother, the father of my daughter. But he was never that, always being the jailer of my prison inside the high walls built to feed his ego, the well-cut suit showing the muscles under the gray fabric, the dress pants showing the long, thick legs, a beautiful painting to hide the true face.I open a perfect smile when I see him sit down calling the waiter to take the order, holding the bile from the sickeni

Giacomo CostelloI hold tight to the tiny, shivering body, nuzzling the golden locks loving the scent of lavender mixed with my soap some soldiers were unable to look at the mangled body inside the box I sent Giovanni as a gift, my Bella's wife had a brilliant idea filling my chest with pride to see my rose blooming into beautiful black petals. I managed to fix the thought of playing our game even with the concern in the face of fear for the kidnapping of Bianca, Theo, and Tip in the same way that they arrived invading the door of the apartment together with Diana gone crazy, they returned to Texas in the jet to be ready at the very moment that Giovanni opened his mouth with something useful, the unfortunate man did nothing but gloat over dinner. However, what a surprise to feel the small hand smoothing my suit, and when I got into the car to follow Enrico with Giuseppe at the wheel, I found the damn cell phone in the inside pocket. Not even Diana had been able to imagine such an end