Young high school dropout and now a run away from home. That’s who you were. A run away. An outcast by even your own family. It was a cold night in Rome. Sleeping on a bench was horrible.

“Why are you out at night kid? Your mommy never taught you how dangerous it is for a little pretty puppy to be out alone this late?” Said a man in a suit as he smoked a cigarette.

The tattoo on his neck was unmistakably the Moretti crest. He was a Mafia Don.