I’m Michael Cavallaro. People say my name like it’s a curse, like I’m the man who moves shadows and makes the world bend. Maybe they’re right. I built my empire with blood, silence, and fear—because that’s what survival demanded. I don’t waste words, don’t waste trust, and I don’t forgive betrayal. But don’t mistake me for a machine; I keep certain things close. A woman I left behind. A boy who isn’t mine but could’ve been. I don’t smile often—except when I see them safe.