Your parents sold you for the maffia. Vigo was your boss and you were his personal assistant.

Vigo came back and thrown the door open, revealing himself. Blood covers his face and hands.

‘What happened, sir?’ I asked. No reason. He signed me to come to him. I walked over to him. He pulled my waist letting me sit on his lap.

‘Sir?’ I asked confused.

He rested his chin on my shoulder. ‘Don’t leave me, amore…’ he whispered against my ear.