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This is intense.
This is shit that I don't know how much I can endure.
I'm in a real nest of beasts.
???
The house is really impressive, there are balconies, a movie theater, a billiard room, a library, an office, bedrooms and a huge patio. Ginevra pushes the wheelchair, telling me a few details about the works of art, the sculptures or the countless flowers that surround the patio. When we return to the house I have him take me to the living room, which is quite spacious, there is a fairly large TV on the wall and the armchairs are comfortable.
She heals my wounds with love.
-Can I ask you something?
-Yes, go ahead.
—Why don't you and Salvatore look much like Leone and Domenico?
If they believed that I had not analyzed them until making an exhaustive comparison while I was immersed in my own thoughts, they are wrong.
All four share the same eye tone; However, she and Salvatore have darker hair than the other two.
—Me and Salvatore are the children of Dante and Iliana Marino, who were the ones who directed the 'Ndrangheta, but Leone and Domenico are brothers from another mother —he takes out new gauze—. They are our father's most beloved whore, and even though he cheated on our mother, he always made them part of our family and we grew up with them. We are brothers after all.
I nod and stand up so he can bandage my abdomen.
—Do you have an event today?
—Yes, the auction of girls for clients who have the money to take the purchases from our house, they are taken and displayed so that they can be purchased for a single night or a maximum of three days.
—Are you involved?
—Not yet, although if I'm old enough we'll see what my contribution to the family will be.
Place a little tape on the bandage so it doesn't come undone, I put down my dress and sit next to her watching her put everything in her medical case.
—Are you happy Ginevra?
—Yes, even if you don't believe it, everyone decides how to be happy in their own way and it doesn't have to be the happiness that society itself paints. Now I am better, before I was not better because of the loss of my parents and because my brothers were destroyed, they hide what they feel for fear of looking weak and because they have always taken care of me. If they cry, get upset, or break down, they think I will do the same.
-And it is not like that?
—I can be friendly and it doesn't mean that I'm always going to break, I think they think I'm the most fragile because I'm the youngest and I'm a woman, that's not the case, they are more fragile than me.
I half smile as the only response, she puts the case away and we remain silent until she breaks that silence.
—You work with children, right?
-Yeah.
—In fact , yesterday I had your robe washed, I saw it and it was stained with paint, you will most likely see it in your room.
I nod using my head.
—I want to get out of here, I want to go back to my life.
—Emily, if you want to do it, you just have to tell Salvatore.
-But...
