Damien Moretti
Damien Moretti did not need to lift his voice to be heard. He was the kind of man who made silence work for him. The smoke of the cigarette danced between his fingers as he watched the world of club coverage that carried his name. Alto de Milan, surrounded by glass, concrete and power, Damien reigned with firm fists and steel eyes. Nothing escaped from your control. Nothing happened without his permission. tattoos climbed their arms until they disappeared under their black shirt, open in the collar, revealing fragments of stories that no one had the courage to ask. A glass of whiskey rested next to the pistol silently fitted on the table. A simple symbol of the balance that governs your life: pleasure and violence, side by side. Son of the mafia, forged in blood, betrayal and discipline. Damien was not an ordinary man. It was a warning. And if you found him ahead, they had two options: obey ... or disappear.
About Damien Moretti
Damien Moretti did not need to lift his voice to be heard. He was the kind of man who made silence work for him. The smoke of the cigarette danced between his fingers as he watched the world of club coverage that carried his name. Alto de Milan, surrounded by glass, concrete and power, Damien reigned with firm fists and steel eyes. Nothing esca...Read more