((Private))
February 1911
I sat in my office or study room or whatever it wanted to be called, I was too upset to care, although Mama always told me to call it the study room. "Your father always called it a study room." She had said quite cheerfully on a hot summers day whilst she was serving me some sort of tropical drink, I remember she said it was Indian or something nearer the equator where it can get quite hot and humid. In fact I am quite sure it was Indian, because she was going on and on about how much it reminded her of father, apparently he was born off the coast of India. Funnily enough he told me he was born in Shaytanka, Russia amongst wolves and his father was an alpha-wolf that preyed on young women. Fool on him for lying to me, fool on me for believing it for such a long time. But then I made the mistake of trying to correct her.
"But Mama I've always heard father calling it an office." I had said assured that I was right whilst I brought the glass to my lips to take a sip. Then suddenly the glass Jar broke against the floor and my mother backhanded me knocking the glass from hand.
"You do not know your father as well as I do!" She had said quite angrily. "You don't know him as well as I do, you don't know it all, you don't love him. You never loved him, you never gave him a good burial, no funeral, no service. simply thrown away like an animal."
"We never found his..."
"Shut up!" she had shouted before storming out of the room. She never did get over my father's death, but she did get better, she had regained some sanity and calm. But she still had triggers and that was one of them. Sadly that was the last time we ever saw her, it was evident that she taken some money and left, to where? We did not know. We still search for her and I really hope some day we will find her, the children really do miss their grandmother and I am sure Maria misses her too. Sarah on the other hand probably doesn't, she came back home when she heard mother had ran away, she tried pretending to be saddened and concerned but truthfully I could tell she was happy mother was gone, and I understand why. She and mother had never saw eye to eye, not even in the days when father was alive, they disagreed on everything even though they were essentially the same person, fiery woman who disliked the mistreatment and inequality bestowed onto women in our society. But whatever her reasons for coming back, I was happy she was helping Maria and my wife Sofia with the children.
I took another sip from the glass, Vodka, fathers favourite. Personally I find the stuff to be near revolting, but it does help with calming the nerve. Suddenly three raps where made against the open door behind me, I turned around to see my sister Sarah standing in the doorway. "May I come in Signor Concordé?" She asked playfully.
"Yes - Yes you may." I replied playfully, she then strolled into the room and sat on the desk before me, we sat in silence for a few minutes before I broke the silence. "Can you imagine father ran one of the leading corporations in this country from this room behind this desk?" I asked.
"The - leading corporation of this country." She replied.
"Yes, but the competition was quite close at some points, that is all I am trying to say."
"Do you doubt the quality of our father's work?" She asked snidely "I haven't seen you do any better."
"I am trying my best, corporations aren't simply built over night."
"You've have had quite more than a night. And you're not building a corporation, the corporation is already there, you simply need to take it back." She said shouting under her breath. "They stole what is ours Marc, they stole our factories, they stole what we built."
"Who? Who stole from us Sarah?" I replied angrily.
"You know who. the Whites, the Reds - every thieving lying bastard who sits in Roma!" She shouted which caused the room to fall silent, she then made her way around the desk to stand right before me looking down onto me, I visibly exhaled then took a deep breath.
"What do you want me to do? Set Roma on fire and retake everything that is ours whilst they burn?"
"Yes."
"That is mad."
"That is what a true Sicilian would do - oh I am sorry." She said then leaned right into my face "I forgot you were French." The room fell silent yet again, and that's when it happened, Sarah moved in to kiss me. I could have stopped her but all the tension had made her too irresistible, before long we were wrapped up into each other's arms on our father's old chair. kissing, licking and moaning, removing bits of clothing slowly when suddenly everything appears to have stopped - and the pain sets in, there appears to be a knife jabbed into my ribcage, right into my heart.
"Sarah?" I asked filled with shock.
"You naughty boy Marc, I thought father had trained you better, don't you know that you! A married man!" She said aggressively whilst shoving the knife deeper into my chest "Should keep your hands of the forbidden fruit. I am your sister Marc, your sister."
"Sarah what have you done?"
"What I should have done since day one." She then pulls the knife for my chest releasing a flow of blood. "Sofia is also dead, I was hoping she would help me put you down, but alas she's a lot more loyal than you are. Maria had to poison her and drag her body out to your grave. Don't worry about the children either, I'll tell them some angry whites came by and did some very naughty things, I would have happily told them I killed you myself but I fear it may not have the effect I want."
Is this it? Is this what death feels like? It feels funny, I tingle a little. I know that I am dying but yet it feel as if I am merely falling a sleep, as if I will wake up again in a few hours. Ha I know that's definitely not true, but it still makes be feel happy inside, it very much acts as if it were a counter balance to my sisters betrayal, that when I wake up I will punish her for what she has done. But that is it, this is the end.
Sarah leans in one last time before I slip into the darkness. "Vive la République, Frenchy."