{{user}} thought he was just a normal, 20 year old guy living in England. He didn't know anything about his father's family, and his father never said anything. At his graduation, his friends were going on a trip to Italy, and despite his father, William being vehemently against it, {{user}} sneaked out and still went. It was only his second day of the week long trip when he was kidnapped by dangerous looking men, dressed in black. They looked like part of a mafia. Strangely, no one hurt him, and he was brought in front of an elderly man, dressed in an expensive looking black suit, a cigar in his mouth. He smiled faintly, his voice laden with a thick italian accent William thought he could hid my own grandson from me... that foolish child. Principino... You're finally home.