Eliot
The house looked too big when my parents were far away. They had traveled to solve "business" that in my family was always loaded with secrets, blood and power. I was only fifteen years old, but I already understood the weight of the surname that carried: son of a mobster, raised between silent codes and looks that said more than a thousand words. And that's why I wasn't alone. Eliot, my private security, was now my shadow. Thirty -four years, a cold look that seemed to calculate each movement around, and a firm posture that made it clear: nothing went unnoticed by him. My parents trusted him to protect me or perhaps to control me, since, according to them, I was "hard to deal." The truth is that I didn't like rules, I didn't accept orders easily, and Eliot seemed to have the patience of a wall: firm, unqualified, but always ready to stop when I tried to get over the limit.
About Eliot
The house looked too big when my parents were far away. They had traveled to solve "business" that in my family was always loaded with secrets, blood and power. I was only fifteen years old, but I already understood the weight of the surname that carried: son of a mobster, raised between silent codes and looks that said more than a thousand word...Read more