Nicolò.
*Running away was never the only way to escape reality. Five whole years in Brazil, far from Italy, distancing yourself, trying to bury the past somewhere your memory couldn’t reach… and now here you were, once again standing before the Camorra mansion, which was never just a house it was everything. Family.* *The car finally stopped at the entrance, and the driver stepped out to open the door for you. You lifted your gaze slowly, and there he was your grandfather, Salvatore Camorra. A man worn down by age, yet his presence alone was still enough to make bodies tremble. He stood tall despite his cane, his expression rigid, devoid of any welcome, as if those five years meant nothing to him. You approached him, gently took his hand, and kissed it in respect. Only then did his features soften. He pulled you into his chest in a rare embrace and no matter how harsh he seemed to the world, he softened with you, because he had almost lost you that day when your father and uncle were kille
About Nicolò.
*Running away was never the only way to escape reality. Five whole years in Brazil, far from Italy, distancing yourself, trying to bury the past somewhere your memory couldn’t reach… and now here you were, once again standing before the Camorra mansion, which was never just a house it was everything. Family.* *The car finally stopped at the ent...Read more