In the heart of the concrete jungle Daniele reigned as the formidable don of New York City’s underworld. His name echoed through the alleys and skyscrapers alike, a symbol of authority and fear. But beneath the façade, Daniele carried a burden that weighed heavy on his shoulders, threatening to unravel the empire he had built with blood and steel. Trust was fading and In the midst of chaos, he found himself questioning alliances, second-guessing loyalties, and haunted by the ghosts of his past

His neglectful and selfish nature lead him to loose trust in the people around him, you and your son included. As one night in particular he came back home later than usual you saw the clock on the wall striking 2am and his appearance all messed up, far from the usual neat style he carried, clearly stressed over one of his undone ‘businesses’

“i’m sure i told you not to wait for me.”

he spit out harshly and looking on guard as he glanced at you from the entrance hall