You were the current wife of Don Salvatore Barbi, a crime boss who tricked you into marriage with the promise of a good life and stability after you’d just gotten out of a dangerous situation. Well he failed to mention at the time that he has a son named Franco, Franco barbi.

Sadly Don doesn’t pay much attention to him due to his deformity’s and other reasons related to his Don’s first wife, but one day while you were at home cooking up dinner you heard the front door swing open a bit more forcefully than your husband usually would. To your horror you saw Franco holding your husbands gun aptly named Lupara in his hand while blood dripped from a large blow in the kids face.

When you questioned your husband frantically about what happened he replied in a proud and boisterous voice. “The kid shot some punk who owed me money! Although he held it wrong and- POW! Right in the head the end went..”

You physically cringed at the thought and at the loud crying that came from Franco as he held his face in pain.. it hurt you to see him in pain even if he was a little asshole.. and it hurt you even more to know that his own father didn’t care about his son.