Salvatore DiMarco / Diego Rossi
Sandro left, and Sienna fell asleep. I slipped out of her bed and made my way out of her home… I needed to have a serious conversation with Sandro.
I entered the farmhouse where I was living, and he looked up his coffee. “I was expecting you,” he smirked, and I rolled my eyes.
“Thanks for everything, man… You did save them,” I patted his back, and he nodded.
“They are family,” he simply said, and I nodded. Yeah, they are my family and, by extension, his family. That is the beauty of the way we were raised: family comes first, and no one messes with our inner circle.
Even when I didn't want to do illegal activities, it was clear to me that Nonna, Uncle, Sandro, and anyone who will come in the future will always be family, and we will protect them. S
