Chapter 58

• He was right. We both lost our parents. I remember the night our father was murdered, it was the day the Lazza wanted to take me by force. I was five years old and Dmitri was only three, then our baby sister was an infant. Dad fought hard to not let me go but in the end, they murdered him cold-bloodedly.
• I was separated from them, from Russia to Sicily. Years went by without seeing my family. When I became Lazza's underboss, I looked for them. I was twenty-four years old then.
• I found them. They met the Rodion who had been shaped into something dark. I remember our mother breaking down into tears on seeing me. Her tears were like a knife drilling through my heart. She was so happy to see me, to be able to hug me again.