than most kids his age. In his elementary and grade year

ardi, Lorenzo. (Your Fathe

i per cena stasera. (Dadd

pato. (H

t made so much sense because the life he lived wa

y's status. So it made sense that his father was working his butt off for him to be able to have

attendants at the mansion in Italy mop off blood from the hallways on most nights to being locked in his ro

e and angry, had seen the marks, bruises and torn flesh on his mother. His mother; the woma

e thought. There was no beating, no yelling, no discipline of any sort.

were the bloodiest hell Lorenzo had seen since his birth. Beaten, bruised, broken, Lorenzo wondered if h

dn't even called his adopters once to tell them that he would pay for his r

hat he wasn't his son. That his son would have made him proud. Lorenzo shed tears as his father con

d for them to kidnap him. He remembered screaming at his father to please spare their lives but his father had paid no heed to his wail

put a gun in his hands and pushed a familiar face in front of Lorenzo

eetest soul. Ademaro took care of him from birth an

ther. He begged and begged but his father cursed more at

ollapsed. His mother was his safety and hiding place. With his

o would forgive him, prayers that he would forgive himself, prayers

trength. Lorenzo steadied himself and pulled the trigger. The deafening sound of

s his

l thing for him, and told him that Ademaro's family

fness as Ademaro's body was dragge

nd his mother. He watched as his father laughed and carried on with his talks like nothing happen

had killed a hundred and thirty eight people, seized four heirs of respectable Mafia Families and dema

Salvadors expanding their business and migrating into all corners of the world. Through Lo

ight. Moving to Santa Barbara in California, the Salvadors saw it fit

its environment behind the thick fogs and cloudy skies of Sherwood Forest. And after Lorenzo finished his studies

ze. In the midst of the spring breeze is the outline of a young lad, holding his head up to the skies and basking

him of his mother who alone called him by that name. To him, the name was his audaci

s personal attendants at Salvador Manor how his father had threatened the young woman a

is mother chose his peace. Signing a marriage contract would make his

yb

d of her beauty. But he would rather die than p

not have signed to marry a stranger just because few of her brot

tle business that needed to be taken care of in Italy would be under his mothe

eceived the warmest welcome from the evening breeze and

absurd clothing of jeans and skinny top tiptoeing out of the room r

e pulled him towards her and her beauty took over his thoughts. He wa

s soothed his cheek, she spoke to him. Her

nd shocked at why she said the name. But something was differ

her to say his name again and itchi