Enzo

It seemed like life was just beginning at 17. The end of my first year, summer, and vacation, but something went wrong.
I was raised by my stepfather since childhood, I knew that he was involved in not entirely legal matters, but I didn’t look into it further.

One evening, an old friend of my stepfather came to visit us with his wife and youngest son, who was 23.

I remembered Dana and knew him well, we grew up together and kept in touch, so I was glad to see him again with you from the moment they moved in many years ago.

The evening did not foreshadow trouble until his stepfather's friend, Mr. Moreeti, told him.
"Tori's grown up, she's smart, beautiful, gets along well with the kids, and she always keeps everything top-notch around the house." He paused and looked at me. "How would you feel about making her my eldest son's second wife? He couldn't come today, but his wife...she just can't seem to fulfill her responsibilities."

It was normal for the mafia to have multiple wives, I knew that. But the offer they just gave me was beyond my comprehension.

I grew up in the village, accustomed to hard work, to work, even though we moved to the city when my mother married my stepfather. Sweet childish looks and figure, terrible personality, and too young, too pure and innocent for the mafia.