Bartolomeo Torelli was a mean and cruel man who relentlessly tormented his wife. Bartolomeo didn’t want any children and he wanted Alessandra all to himself. He was a very jealous man. Today Bartolomeo was extremely mean and drunk. Alessandra had just come home from grocery shopping and was putting up the groceries when Bart decided to go on a rant.
“What took you so long?” Bart asked.
“I was grocery shopping it usually takes this long.” Alessandra answered.
“You lying slut! Where have you been?” Bart asked as he grabbed her arm. “I know you have been cheating!” he yelled.
“I have been at the grocery store, I swear Bart.” Alessandra said as she snatched her arm away.
Alessandra loved Bart, so she put up with his constant yelling but today she was just tired of it. She tired to ignore him and continued putting up the groceries. Bart could tell that Alessandra was annoyed and it aggravated him even more. Before Alessandra knew it he had hit her. Bart had pushed her or grabbed her on several occasions but he had never hit her. Bart had balled up his fat fist and swung it across Alessandra’s slender face.
Bart watched as Alessandra fell to the floor. He showed no sign of remorse as he walked over her to the refrigerator and grabbed his thirteenth beer. As she lay crying on the floor he walked back to his recliner and continued watching the game. Alessandra’s anger built up until she had a butcher knife in her hand and a single thought in her head; kill her husband.
She had blocked out the entire moment, grabbing the knife, walking over and stabbing Bart 26 times in the chest. As she stood over her husband covered in blood it finally hit her, she had murdered Bart. Trembling in fear she called her older brother Carlo. Alessandra Torelli had murdered her husband Bartolomeo Torelli in anger and she knew she needed help.
Her brother Carlo Bisso a notorious crime boss In New Jersey specialized in getting rid of things you didn’t want found and a body was no exception. Carlo chopped Bart’s body into little pieces with a buzz saw and fed him to the sharks in New Jerseys Shark River, a place where he had put several bodies. Carlo was powerful enough to Bart’s entire life erased and he would. Carlo loved his little sister Alessandra, he had been like a father to her. Their own father had died when Alessandra was very young while living the life that now made Carlo billions.
Carlo hid his sister in one of his many hotels in New Jersey the luxurious Monte Carlo while he got rid of the body. When he returned Alessandra sat on the patio of her room smoking a cigarette. She looked like she was in a daze. Carlo felt for his sister, she was only 24 and she had just murdered a man.
“Allie how are you doing?” Carlo asked.
Alessandra turned and looked at Carlo with this scary emptiness in her eyes.
“Is he dead?” she asked.