Zavi Covillie
Don Lucien took everything from me—my mother, my little sister, and possibly my older brother. Evan left on his own accord, but by then, I was already numb to loss.
My mother was from Scotland. She married my father without knowing the truth about him. By the time my twin sister and I were three, she discovered he wasn’t just a mobster—he was the boss, the man who commanded the Italian Mafia’s hierarchy.
She wanted to take us away, to protect us from the life he led. But my father had other plans. He saw me as his successor, calling Evan weak and molding me in his own image.
My mother ran, taking my twin sister with her. I never heard from them again. Years later, I found out she was alive, thriving. But the anger in me never faded. She left me. She never looked back, and
