Niccolo
MY MOTHER USED TO SAY, I had a demon. She said I belonged to the world I was born to. Said I had power inside of me. Evil. She said that the Mafia was my home.
It belonged to me, not my cousin because he was weak. He had emotions, and I could turn them off. Like that. Given the right circumstances, I could be an unfeeling monster, unflinching, unwavering.
But my mother, she didn't say it in anger. Or even in sadness. She said it with pride. My mother and my father were part of the original Vitale Famiglia. Like Luciano's parents.
She was a cold woman, cruel. Evil. And she took pride in telling me that my evil would surpass hers one day.
One day, you will be a true demon. And then, I will proud.
But I never wanted that. I didn't want to the leader. I didn't want to be a demon.
