Infernale

Infernale

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After a family tragedy, Lucia has been trying to get a divorce for three years now. Seeing that her husband refuses to sign the attorney's paper, again and again, she leaves to try to rebuild herself. But her past quickly catches up with her, and her husband is determined to prove to her that she can never escape him.

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Santo

I stood kneeling on the thick red carpet, clenching my fists firmly on my upper thighs, trying to reduce the shaking of my body.

    

    I know this office by heart.

    

    I'm even the one who chose the colors and the carpet I'm standing on today. I selected every decorative element and every supply.

    

    However, the man sitting comfortably on the black leather chair in the office is not the one for whom I made the decoration.

    

    He takes a puff on his cigar and leans forward toward my face.

    

    Thus, I am forced to close my eyes so they are not burned by the smoke he has spit in my face.

    

    He remains silent and takes another sip of brandy, rattling the single ice cube shaped with an ice pick in his crystal glass out of habit.

    

    "Santo..." I start to say, but I fall silent as soon as I meet his dark eyes.

    

    How ironic to have given him such a name. He's the worst of them all, and he's named Saint.

    

    He is dressed in the three-piece suit typical of the men of the Family. Like them, he wears only designer labels, only the most expensive clothes, accessories, and shoes imaginable. On his left hand, he wears the heavy signet ring stamped with the Family's logo, the letter -G-.

    

    I frown when I see it. He is not the one who is supposed to wear it. He is not the Don of this family.

  

  I search my memories. I don't remember Santo ever having the ambition to become the head of the Family. But whoever had the idea to put him there must be crazy. Santo is anger incarnate. He's a time bomb that can go off at any time.

    

    Santo slides open one of the heavy drawers of the solid oak desk and pulls out a brown envelope made of kraft paper. He clamps his cigar between his teeth and pulls out a series of photos he raises in the air.

    

    "Do you know what these are, Lulu?" he asks me, his eyes dark. His Italian accent is even stronger than I remembered and has the effect of an ice-cold shower on me.

    

    He terrifies me.

    

    I say no with my head.

    

    Santo gives me a smile that would horrify even the Devil himself. Then he puts his glass on the desk to grab his cigar and blows the smoke to the side.

    

    I might say he's a handsome devil if I didn't know him. But I do know him, and his soul is as tainted as his appearance is breathtaking.

He leans toward me, resting his elbows against his knees. This simple gesture seems to make the expensive fabric of his suit crack from his tense muscles.

    

    After long seconds in a chilling silence, he places the pictures above my head and cascades them down.

    

    I see with horror pictures of the men who are part of my daily life and me.

    

    They are all there.

    

    From the old newspaper vendor on the corner to the food delivery man. From the maintenance man to the manager of my company.

    

    The bastard remains silent and just watches my reaction.

    

    I swallow hard because that's the effect all the men in this damn Family have when they target someone: dread.

    

    The chilling fear. The kind that makes you freeze in place and forget which Saint to beg for help.

    

    When the men of the Family want to get something, they send capos. When they still don't get it, they send Santo. Nobody says no to Santo. At least, those who did say no are no longer in this world to tell.

    

    He leans comfortably in that black leather chair I've sat in many times. He makes the leather sing on purpose by moving his back more forcefully and looking at me up and down.

    

    "Are you going to play dumb with me again, Lulu?" he asks.

    

    I swear this man must sit at the Devil's right hand.

    

    "I don't know what you want me to say, Santo. I see pictures of me with men I deal with daily, nothing more."

    

    I tense up and immediately tuck my head between my shoulders.

    

    Santo raises his hand toward me, but I don't get hit. He still throws me a dark look that is mixed with disgust.

    "Merda, Lulu! Did you think I was going to hit you?"

    

    "I don't know. Were you going to hit me, Santo?" I ask him while maintaining his glare.

    

    He bends down and picks up a photo from among those spread out on the floor. He slowly lifts it and places it before my horrified eyes.

    "Ah... you know I don't hit women, Lulu. However, the stronzo who has his lips against yours..."

    

    I immediately jump forward to snatch the picture from his hands and grab his calves to beg.

    

    "Santo!"

    

    He slowly gets up without moving to free me from his legs and takes another puff of his cigar. Then he looks at me with a contempt that would convert the worst man on earth.

    "What do you think, Lulu? Do you think my big brother will never see these pictures? You think you can let any Figlio di puttana touch you any way they want?"`

I feel the tears rolling down my cheeks and hiccup to hold back my sobs.

    "It was a mistake, Santo. A terrible mistake. There was nothing more to it. I came home right after!"

    

    He starts laughing, and I can swear my body freezes just hearing it.

    "There will be no more mistakes, Lulu," he orders me curtly.

    

    He bends down to help me up and casually hands me a cloth handkerchief from his jacket pocket to wipe away my tears.

    "Va bene, Lucia. You know what might save this stronzo's life?"

    

    I nod, panic completely nipping at my heels.

    

    Santo gives me a toothy grin and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

    "Here you go, Lulu... you're going to go to your room and get dressed to please my big brother. After all this time, you know how to make him happy, right? Put on some makeup and that red stuff you used to wear," he said, running his palm over my face. "Then you go to dinner with him, smile at him, and laugh at all the jokes he'll inevitably try to make... because you know, Lulu. My brother only breathes to see your fucking smile..."

    

    Santo cracks the thickness of his knuckles before my eyes.

  

    "...And I only live for the well-being of every family member. And you know, Lulu. If my big brother smiles tomorrow morning at breakfast, then maybe the stronzo that's currently in the hands of my men will still be breathing for a day."

    

    I look at him and let a few more tears roll down my cheeks.

    "It's none of your business, Santo."

    

    He gives me a dark look and starts laughing before taking another sip of his brandy.

    "Va bene, Lulu. It was none of my business as long as you didn't bring shame on my brother. You could have made a good life for yourself by being more careful about your actions. You must have forgotten after three years of living away from us. You only leave the Family with your body covered with a white sheet."

    

    "I haven't forgotten, Santo. But, I still say it's only Elio's and my business."

    

    At that moment, I felt like the Devil is in the room. Santo's face is distorted with anger, and I swear I can hear the crystal under his fingers shattering.

    

    I scream as the glass flies by my face.

    

    The fragile object shatters on the wall placed far behind me, and I have to make monstrous efforts not to vomit on the spot so much I am terrified.

    

    Santo points to the door. He doesn't need to guide me further. I know the way perfectly.

*

    *

    *

    I start toward the office door and tilt my head slightly toward Santo as I close the door behind me.

    "Buonanotte a te," I say mechanically.

    

    "Buona notte, Lulu," he answers me coldly, keeping his eyes fixed on the broken glass on the floor.

    

    *

    *

    *

    

    I quickly regain my composure.

    

    It's been three years that I know perfectly well how to put on the mask of pretense in public. It is not difficult, and it has become almost intuitive for me.

    

    I leave my fingers on the wrought iron railing of the stairs as I climb the steps that lead me to my past.

    

    The staff recognizes me and whispers, "Signora Lucia," as I ascend to my room.

    

    Eduardo, the old butler, almost runs to meet me.

    "Que bene! Signore Elio will be delighted to see you home!"

    

    I give him a beaming smile and continue my progress while talking with him. It's a habit I've had the entire time Eduardo has been in our employ.

    "I was busy," I state calmly as I pretend to inspect the dust. "We'll have to clean the office. Santo broke a glass again."

    

    The butler nods, but he's not fooled and knows full well that I've been gone for three years. He is too professional to make the point, and he knows I am trying to change the subject. He gives me a sad smile and shakes his head. "It's good to see you back here, Signora Lucia."

    

    I understand all the silent words behind those few words. They must have been living in Hell the whole time I was away.

    

    I finally arrive at the door to my room.

    

    Of our room.

    

    I nod to Eduardo to ask him to leave, and I finally enter this part of my life that I thought I had closed forever.

    

    I have to close my eyes for a moment, and a cry of pain comes from my lips.

    

    Nothing.

    

    Absolutely nothing has changed.

    

    Everything is absolutely where I left it three years ago.

    

    My eyes roam the room. The sheets, the blankets, and the curtains are the same. My eyes find my slippers at the foot of my seat. The book I was reading at the time is still open, and my bookmark of pressed flowers is still sitting between two pages.

    

    I run to the headboard and grab one of the abandoned picture frames. My fingers tremble over the smiling faces. I grab another frame, then another, and hold them close to my heart.

    

    I fall to my knees and let out a howl into the thick mattress I've spent so many nights on. With him. Then with them. Finally, with us.

    

    I rock back and forth, trying to calm myself. I can't breathe. It's like my tears are flooding my lungs.

    

    Memories suddenly come flooding back like a stream of images, sounds, and smells.

    

    Sunshine, soft breezes, flowers, chocolate scent, and children's laughter mixed with mine and Elio's.

    

    Then, tires screeching, screams and gunshots.

    

    Finally, silence.

    

    I collapse on the ground.

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Santo
I stood kneeling on the thick red carpet, clenching my fists firmly on my upper thighs, trying to reduce the shaking of my body. I know this office by heart. I'm even the one who chose the colors and the carpet I'm standing on today. I selected every decorative element and every supply. However, the man sitting comfortably on the black leather chair in the office is not the one for whom I made the decoration. He takes a puff on his cigar and leans forward toward my face. Thus, I am forced to close my eyes so they are not burned by the smoke he has spit in my face. He remains silent and takes another sip of brandy, rattling the single ice cube shaped with an ice pick in his crystal glass out of habit. "Santo..." I start to say, but I fall silent as soon as I meet his dark eyes. How ironic to have given him such a name. He's the worst of them all, and he's named Saint. He is dressed in the three-piece suit typical of the men of the Family. Like them,
last update최신 업데이트 : 2022-10-08
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Elio
I wake up with difficulty. I haven't slept so well for so long. I don't know how long ago it was. I feel so good that a smile immediately appears on my lips. I know he is there, next to me. I turn around to snuggle up to him and breathe in his scent. I can feel his muscles on the fingers of my skin. However, he doesn't know how to act and remains perfectly still. Elio. My Elio is here. I let my fingers slip between the curly hairs of his chest while I put a leg around his waist. I know this is wrong. My body only acts on instinct. As far as I can remember, I have always loved Elio. That's why the picture of the man putting his lips on mine is nothing but a mistake. I could never be intimate with another man. Not because the opportunities never presented themselves but because none can make my heart beat the way Elio does. I have to leave. I can't help but sig
last update최신 업데이트 : 2022-10-08
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Matteo (1)
I suddenly turn around and can't stop smiling. I leap forward and take Matteo, Elio and Santo's third brother, in my arms. The resemblance between the three brothers is undeniable. They are all tall, dark, and typically Mediterranean. The three brothers have inherited eyes of a blue so dark that they seem almost black depending on the light. In addition, they all exude natural charisma on different scales. As the eldest, Elio inspires authority. Santo, the second brother, provokes fear with his mere presence. Finally, Matteo, the last one, is a born seducer. He is ten years younger than them and still breathes the carefree joy of life. Out of habit, he puts an arm around my shoulders and guides me down the stairs. Then he dramatically shakes my cell phone in front of my eyes and gently reprimands me. "Lulu, don't walk down the stairs looking at your screen!" I give him a beaming smile and take my phone back. It was a remark I
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Matteo (2)
Merda, merda, merda. The servants rush out of the room. Santo grabs his plate and leaves the table without being asked. He even starts to laugh in his throat and gives me a stern look. "Thanks for the pancakes, Lulu." Matteo gives me a sad smile and grabs his plate in turn. "Grazie, Lulu." * * * I don't have time to realize what's happening when I find myself lying down with my back on the table. I cry out of surprise when Elio pulls me abruptly towards him, holding me firmly by the hips. Elio stands over me and calmly loosens his tie before coming to rest his closed fists on either side of my face. I hate my body's reaction. My heart is pounding. I feel no fear. Just excitement. Only the satisfaction of having Elio's attention all to myself. I have to get out of here. Elio comes and caresses my cheek with the tip of his nose. Then he bites my ear and releases it as soon as he hears me mo
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La trattoria Andrea (1)
It's been a week that I've been living like a voluntary prisoner within the luxurious walls of the villa. I spend my days arranging Henry's schedules, checking and processing the company's emails to keep the company running. It breaks my heart to admit it. But the outside world is still spinning without my presence. Elio is already awake. He had to get up early this morning to answer a phone call. I don't need to ask to know where he is. The answer is obvious: the office. So I take the time to get dressed. Elio left the office so quickly that he didn't have time to prepare the outfit he wanted me to wear today. I feel bold. It's as if the simple act of finally being able to choose my clothes gives me back the freedom I thought I had lost. I dare to be provocative. After putting on my makeup, I choose a "masculine" office outfit and put on a pair of black high-waisted palazzo pants. Then, I opt for a white lace blouse that I tuck into my pants. Sin
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La trattoria Andrea (2)
Elio squeezes my waist a little tighter as soon as the door is closed. Then he puts his index finger against his lips to signal me to be quiet. Then he leans over to the multi-button handset, presses a button, and puts it on speaker to make sure I can hear the conversation. "What can I do for you, Don Elio?" I cringe as I recognize the man's voice on the other end of the line. Elio grabs one of my strands of hair and twirls it between his fingers. "My wife, Lucia, currently owns an apartment. Sell it to the highest bidder," he orders coldly before placing a kiss on my shoulder and closing his eyes. I am stunned. For the first time in my life, I don't know how Elio will react. At the other end of the receiver, I hear the keyboard keys of a computer being furiously tapped. "Ah. Yes, Don Elio. But... there's going to be a problem." Elio abruptly opens his eyes and looks at me with the indecipherable air of his family men. "What problem? I want this ap
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La trattoria Andrea (3)
We finally arrive in front of Trattoria Andrea. I have become accustomed to having lunch there at least once a week. Dino, the owner, is a family friend and has always made us feel at home in his restaurant. Trattoria Andrea is a charming little Italian family restaurant. It's a red brick building with green and white blinds decorated with hanging flower pots and planters in the front. The interior is simple and charming. The furniture in the room is made of light wood, and the seats are dressed in red leather upholstery. The tables have a white tablecloth spread over them and a small bouquet placed in a glass yogurt pot. This place is a cocoon. The smell of coffee fills my nostrils, and I'm surprised I've never had breakfast here despite working two blocks away all these years. A young woman with light brown hair cut into a bob wipes a few coffee cups with a white towel. Her tired eyes light up when she sees me. "The Madonna! Lulu!" I sm
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Henry (1)
I shove my hands deep into my coat pockets as I walk out of La Trattoria Andrea. I can't help but smile slightly. The cold morning air cools my lungs, and my skin is still warm from the cotton atmosphere of the small family restaurant. My heels hit the floor, an unheard melody of every day, reminding me that I am free to go wherever I want today. In front of the people who quickly move aside, I don't need to ask to know who is standing behind me. I can see Santo's menacing shadow looming ahead with every additional step I take. So I stop, but I don't even bother to turn around to speak to him: "You could have stayed in the Trattoria again. You could have enjoyed your time there and talked to Didi a little more." I feel Santo standing beside me. He lights one of those cigars and blows the smoke to the side. "Elio gave the order that I should not let you out of my sight for a moment. "Tell me...," I ask him as I start walking again. "What?" "How long have you liked our nationa
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Henry (2)
Quite frankly, I didn't need to share this information with him. But seeing the Santo Ganovese get all worked up is incredibly funny. "She accepts tips from that stronzo?" he almost starts shouting as he reaches out with an indignant hand in the direction Henry has taken. "Exactly." "Why?" I cringe at his question and feel like openly mocking him. "I don't know, maybe because Henry tells her directly at the register that she can keep the change, and he doesn't make her run out into the cold street so he can say that to her." "He's a weakling." The Madonna! How hard it is to keep from laughing! "A rich weakling," I retort. The Ganovese are the biggest fortune in the state. "Polite, kind, helpful, thoughtful..." I list. "Rubbish. Is this the kind of politeness that appeals to women?" "Maybe so. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. Santo kicked one of the hall cha
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Henry (3)
He just nods, a sad smile on his lips: "He's the love of your life, Lucia. I'm no one to tell you what to feel or not. And, besides, if he's as handsome as the specimen currently in the waiting room, that's got to be pretty good for accepting reclusion." I immediately glare at him, and he raises his hands to the sky as a sign of peace. "Oops, I said too much," he says before pretending to zip his lips. I nod: "I love Elio more than anything on this earth." "I know, sweetie." "He agreed to let me go out today and go home." "And it's great to have you in the flesh today, Lucia. What else, my beauty?" "The sex is fantastic." Henry half chokes on a sip of coffee and has to put a hand to his lips to stifle his laughter. "Okay, Lucia. Good for you." "But..." "Ah... the but I was waiting for!" "He wants to sell my apartment.""Ah... yes, sir needs to be in constant control." "Santo has to be on my back all
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