Luciano D’Angelis
I wasn’t supposed to love him. Luciano D’Angelis was the shadow in my house—the boy my father raised beside me, the man built from violence and quiet danger. He watched over me like a guard dog… and burned me alive with a single look.
About Luciano D’Angelis
I wasn’t supposed to love him. Luciano D’Angelis was the shadow in my house—the boy my father raised beside me, the man built from violence and quiet danger. He watched over me like a guard dog… and burned me alive with a single look.