Sex is such a powerful tool, in the right hands. And Livia knew her sexcraft and could use it. Over a period of just a few weeks, she had slowly and subtly built up Terry’s resentment of his brother. She’d made no personal attacks on Tony, but merely asked questions, the answers to which prompted increasing dissatisfaction with his lot, as Terry processed things.
Livia marvelled at how easy a subject he’d been.
“I’ve been thinking, Liv, Tony treats me like second class. I’m gonna have it out with him!”
“Don’t get mad Terry, get even!” she suggested.
“Why did Tony end up boss?... and not both of you...or you?” Livia asked, climbing off her husband, after an experience he wouldn’t soon forget. This was a time when she could ask anything, when he was hers alone.
“I often wonder that myself.” Terry replied ruefully, gazing up at his beautiful wife. “We’re supposed to be identical after all.”
“I think he’s just bullied his way there, whilst you’re more of a nice guy.”
“Bullied? Who’s he bullied?” Terry asked naively.
Livia said no more then. He could process things slowly. She would programme him in stages.
Being the ‘right twin’ clearly delighted Terry. Having earlier been compared unfavourably to Tony by Livia, here she was with a change of heart, and a heart that seemed to be warming to him. Whilst he kept this to himself, he had always felt undervalued as the minor twin. Tony always seemed to look out for Terry and maybe was oblivious to the inner feelings of his brother, but Terry’s resentment of his twin ran high. A smart woman, Livia realised this... and would use it.
She seized upon post-coital opportunities to fan the flames and heighten Terry’s resentment.
From having had a rather cool relationship with Terry, Livia decided she should get much closer to him. Terry still adored her and had accepted that great beauty might be accompanied by distance in a relationship and indeed that it might be part of its attraction. Over a relatively short period of time, Livia became much more affectionate to him. He was delighted with this, but couldn’t help himself commenting on it.
“You’re unusually friendly these days Liv... should I be suspicious?”
“Not really, I just started to realise how lucky I am. After all, I chose the right twin.”
The three women met regularly, without Tony’s knowledge as Sofia’s alternative phone strategy for Marcia seemed to be working. Whilst on the face of it, the simple tasks of first killing Terry and then Tony seemed straightforward, organising and getting away with it maybe wasn’t.
“Leave Terry to me” said Livia mysteriously at one meeting. “Best you don’t know.... for your own protection.” she added, when the other two quizzed her on what she had planned. “Let’s say, I know a man... and that’s all I’ll say.”
The other two thought that if Livia was prepared to take the risk...
Livia saw Sofia as an interloper who had breezed into Tony’s household, full of confidence and, although she had no inkling of the reality, a potential sexual distraction for him. Livia was jealous of her in that respect but also that Sofia didn’t have the limitations that marriage, motherhood and the particular burden that marriage to one of the twins brought.
On the other hand, in Sofia there seemed to be someone wanting to bring the twins down, someone looking for allies in her venture, someone seeking power herself. Sofia was someone she needed to be close to. For now.
Tony reflected later that night that he'd been getting a bit paranoid, worrying what the women were up to. So although he'd planned to interrogate Livia too, he didn't go and confront her, but let it ride for now. Given the history between him and Livia, he felt he needed to watch his step so as not to arouse Terry's suspicions.
That may have been a mistake, because, despite the beating he'd given her, Livia was still attracted to him and might have given something away which would keep him vigilant.
And Livia disliked Sofia, and had her own plans.
The next day, Sofia went shopping for a new smartphone for Marcia. She explained.
"Tony's keeping track of where you and your phone goes. He's got one of those phone tracking app things. You're not to challenge him on it but use this phone whenever you want to go somewhere you don't want him to know about. Leave your other phone at home; you know how we women seem to lose track of things! If for some reason he tries to call you on your old phone, always call him back on it later to avoid suspicion."
"Neat!" exclaimed Marcia.
After that, Sofia worked on Tony, getting him in the mood. She relaxed while he did what he wanted with her, whilst quietly planning her next move. Information was power and, without realising it, Tony had given one of his games away. In a strange way, Sofia almost enjoyed this evening's encounter with him for that reason, despite his clumsy self-interested use of her.
'Keeping your enemy close certainly works', she thought, pleased with how she'd managed to control his jealousy, which she also realised was one of Tony's Achilles heels.
She now needed to get Marcia sorted out.
Having thrown Tony off the scent with her convincing explanation, one that he wanted to believe, Sofia asked him.
"How come you knew Marcia and Livia had come up to town for lunch with me? Have you got snoops everywhere Tony?"
Tony, emboldened, let his guard down just a touch when he replied.
"I ain't got no snoops, I just always know where Marcia is, all the time." He was part bragging, part threatening, which might have silenced any other woman, but Sofia continued.
"You sound like you've got supernatural powers, Tony"
"Something like that." he replied.
Then Sofia twigged.
"And why's that? Why does she think you're screwing a black man?" asked Tony, now measuring his mood.
"Because she felt sure I was seeing someone for some reason, sisterly instinct maybe. And she was right, but the someone I'm screwing is this someone." Sofia pointed at Tony. "Marcia and Livia came and met me for lunch and were pumping me so hard that I spun them a line, and hinted that my new man might not be white. I think it’s completely thrown her off the scent."
Sofia's fearless explanation seemed to convince Tony. Boy, she had some guts.
Sofia's comment took Tony totally by surprise, for its accuracy and for her nerve. Was she saying she was sleeping with a black man like Marcia suggested? It was rare that Tony was caught off-guard, but her calmness threw him. He had to say something.
"I never said nothing about no black man!"
"I know you didn't, but that was what you were thinking." was Sofia's reply, "and that's because Marcia must have told you I was screwing a black man."
"Well are you?" Tony demanded, his anger starting to rise.
"Of course not, but Marcia thinks I am."
Not one for small talk or any other kind of preamble, it was unusual that Tony seemed to want to chat first. But Sofia half expected that and started babbling on about little Giovanna. Then Tony asked about her work as a retail property agent in the West End. He moved on to the fact that she had a lot of freedom, gathering from the long lunch hours.
Tony was being subtle, slowly bringing the conversation round, but in Sofia he had met his match.
“Don’t beat about the bush, Tony, you just want to know about my black man!”
Sofia arrived at the house, apparently full of the joys of Spring. Tony wasn’t back yet, but if it ran to usual form, he would be seeing her much later. Ballsy though she was, Sofia couldn’t help but feel a touch of anxiety amongst her anticipation. She was prepared, but he was a mercurial beast.
No sign of him until, having given Giovanna her bottle, Sofia returned to her bedroom, imagining by then Tony might be giving her a wide berth. She entered and was slightly startled to find Tony, standing. His look was a mix of smile and scowl.
“Because he’ll what, Marcia? Go on, tell me.”
“Because he’ll beat you up!” Marcia admitted.
“So he beat you up, Marcia, did he?” asked Sofia, reading between the lines.
“Promise me you won’t tell anyone or let Tony know you know?” Marcia pleaded with her sister. “Because if he thinks I’ve told anyone, and particularly you, then I’m dead, literally dead!”
“I promise; you have my word,” said Sofia, “but it’s all the more reason to kill the bastard!”
“Not before he’s suffered in this life!” said Marcia.
“How so?” asked Sofia.
“By killing his beloved brother Terry first.”
Marcia was surprised when she phoned to tell Sofia about what she’d said to Tony to divert his curiosity about getting together with Livia. Sofia laughed like a drain.
“That’s priceless that is!” she said, recovering. “I think he’s quite soft on me, the beast. Who’d have thought he’d be that jealous though, or maybe it was the fact that the guy’s supposed to be black. That’s probably more like it. That was inspired, Marcia, truly inspired!”
“You’ll have to be ready with some pretty persuasive answers though when you come over tonight, because he’ll....”
But Marcia stopped herself there.
Marcia sobbed herself to sleep that night. He was her husband, but by any measure, his assault on her was as criminal as he was. Was it just a one-off when she’d pushed him too far? No... she knew Tony, she could expect the same until he was certain she had conceived.
She rationalised that she had two choices. Either fight it every time, as was her basic instinct, or accept it and avoid any beating his anger might provoke. She chose the latter, because she had unfinished business with Tony herself.
But first she had to warn Sofia.
Why would he want another kid? Was it a knee-jerk? But time for reflection was over; she instinctively fought back.
Fighting back at that point, with Tony at his savage worst, was pointless and moreover painful. Her survival instinct resulted in blows to her head, as further struggle waned. Tony would have his way with her... and he did. She was barely conscious as he did. He left, spent but still seething.
Marcia was left, overpowered, overwhelmed and overwrought on her bed. Disheveled and sobbing, her composure was gone.
This was marital rape. Tony must suffer first... then die.
“What did you really want to talk about Tony?” asked Marcia, filling the void as Tony remained silent and unmoving.
He wasn’t silent inside. He was seething, but he couldn’t let Marcia know why. On a whim, he blurted out. “We gotta have another kid... for Giovanna.”
“No way!” exclaimed Marcia, unable to hide her disdain. This allowed Tony’s sublimated anger it’s outlet.
“Yes fucking way!” he responded, moving swiftly to grasp Marcia’s wrists. “And fucking now!”
Marcia was herself caught off-guard and it was Tony who now had the advantage. The last thing she had expected was this.
Despite having earlier been beaten and threatened into submission by Tony, Marcia remained a class act. Her apparent honesty and openness started to allay Tony's fears, but the coup de grâce was when she suggested her sister might be dating a black man. That threw him completely off the scent.
Marcia knew that among other unpleasant things,Tony was a racist. Knowing what Tony and Sofia were up to, she had successfully feigned ignorance and lit the green touchpaper of jealousy in such a way that was guaranteed to be explosive. Sofia had better watch out!
But Sofia was artful too.