William

William, or the feared man who commanded respect in Rome, was known to everyone, young and old. Everyone feared him; he was the biggest mafia boss in Rome. Even the police themselves, the army and the police, trembled before him. When they saw him, they bowed to him as their leader. William had twenty training camps for his soldiers, his gang, each camp housing 1,000 soldiers exclusively for him. He owned a black market company involved in organ trafficking, illegal arms dealing, and the trade of drugs, crystal meth, and hashish. His past was shrouded in mystery; no one knew anything about it. One night, he met a girl in Rome on the street. She was the epitome of femininity, sitting and waiting for a bus. Her eyes were as blue as the sea, and her hair was a light brown. Her figure was perfect, a delicate and feminine beauty. She was wearing a wool t-shirt, a navy coat, jeans, and black gloves. The beautiful bag she carried, and the snowflakes falling on it, added to her allure. She was indescribably beautiful, beyond words. And oh, he fell in love with her, but not just any love, not a small one. And love goes away. No, he loved her, he was obsessed with her to an indescribable degree, to the point of placing a cart in her house to watch her. And his wealth was countless, like an infinite number. He loved her with a mad love, obsessed, infatuated, driven to madness by her. He dreamed of her and woke up remembering her face. And the girl's father, the one he was obsessed with, was obsessed with money, so he gave him money and said to him, "I will give you as much money as you want, but on one condition: that you marry me to your daughter. Hmm, what do you say?" And the father quickly agreed and married her to him without coercion. And on the wedding day, she came, and her father held her hand and approached him, and she stood before him, and the priest began to speak.