All Chapters of Diana Costello Brothers I: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DianaI convinced Dragon to go talk to his brothers in the jacket as night began to fall, taking every minute in a slow pleasure loaded with anticipation in undoing a few more memories from my mind, intoxicated by so many sensations that mix in the darkness in which I was forged. pleasure amid pain, so dirty and completely unavoidable.Sitting on the sofa in the small living room, with the lights coming in through the huge window illuminating the bed crumpled by the scattered sheets, counting each minute as a silent prayer, waiting for Hunter to call me to go face to face with yet another infernal tormentor, I feel the weight of the past climbing once more up the spine like a snake slithering in search of prey.Closing my eyes I can still remember the scent of the De Angelis brothers' perfume, their laughter next to Stefano's teasing, the pain of the scar on the collarbone reverberating through the body along with the despair when feeling the bites on the breasts, so many things hidde

DragonBelongingIt's the only thing I've been able to think about for the last few hours, the dark eyes devoid of sparkle but full of coldness, Diana would kill anyone, was the first certainty I had, and as much as a newfound part screamed to run another was delighted with each scream as she seared his fingers with her cigarette.It was as if they understood what was going through my mind, each of the little girl's three brothers allotting nonjudgmental understanding glances at every turn.I felt the moment like a final hammer blow which she demonstrates in every look and touch, of being part of the family. I was never a saint, in the war, we did a lot of shit but nothing like this, I would like to say that I feel disgusted with the feeling of belonging to something in the mafia, the family as it is called, however, there is no resentment, no doubt of belonging to this smiling woman having spent the last three hours in total.I walked back to the club in deep silence, trying to under

Giulia De AngelisI can't sleep, the sounds of thunder in the dark of the room next to the cold causing my hands to tremble from fear, I try again to take a deep breath hiding my face under the covers but the sound rumbling through the walls fills everything inside my heart with fear. Even though I know I shouldn't, I put the sheet down, taking advantage of the moment of silence, and I get up slowly, turning on the lamp next to me at the same time that lightning cuts through the sky, lighting up the bedroom window, despair rises my spine along with the desire to run. crying in my parent's room.I seek strength in my weak legs remembering all the times I heard mom saying I'm already a girl for turning ten so I take a deep breath get out of bed, putting on the fluffy kitten slippers, I pray they don't get upset for hitting the bedroom door at this time, the sound of another thunder rumbles making my legs weak.I run to the opening door, looking at all sides of the corridor and at the en

Giulia De Angelis I close my eyes trying to concentrate my thoughts on a single objective, there is no possibility of marrying anyone or forming a family.Dirty that way like any other."Now you can turn around Giulia"- I wake up the derogatory thoughts with a serious voice.A little apprehensive, I turn and look more closely at the large room with the infamous empty black sofa, the panoramic view of the city through a huge glass wall, and the huge man leaning against a black glass table wearing a tailored suit that highlights his muscular legs.I'm trapped under the heavy gaze doing a meticulous analysis seeking to see all my sins.I suck in a breath trying to lessen the heat that spreads through my cheeks at the dirty memory of the sounds he made with the girl, I open the small bag pulling out the velvet box."I came to return this." - I push the words out by stretching my hand with the object.I lower my face too embarrassed, looking at the well-polished luxury dress shoes with a

Giulia De AngelisI get inside the car lost in thought, the madness of thinking about escaping the prison I live in, tormented by the taste of his mouth attracting all the lost pieces of the heart that had been dead for years. The dirty making itself present through the mind, raising questions buried in the depths of consciousness and waging a bloody war around the most painful memories, I took a deep breath looking for a calm and peaceful place, fighting against the inhospitable mind itself.I've always been a happy, lively, playful child with a certain fear of thunder. What doesn't go through the mind of an innocent child is that there are greater dangers than thunder and that people are much scarier.I saw the dreams being killed one by one, without mercy or compassion having their wings cut off with tweezers, slowly. The pain corrupted in a way that I couldn't even describe how much a heart full of lamentations could unleash in this way, becoming trapped between memories and belie