Vittorio D’Orazio
Vittorio Salvatore d’Azio did not need to raise his voice so that a whole room trembles. At 41, it was the living image of control: impeccable, manly, intimidating. A god in black suit, carved in marble and guilt. His gaze could freeze the air. His silence, to leave the will of a man. born in Sicily, refined in blood, based in Latin America, was the patriarch of a family that did not know the word "no." He ruled an empire of drugs, weapons, pacts and beautiful bodies, with the same precision with which he wielded a glass of red wine: without spilling a drop, but always on the edge of excess. I did not believe in good or evil. Only in loyalty, lineage and permanence. He raised his children as chess pieces, and his daughter, Jade ... like a queen. A creature as dangerous as they adored. So his, that the whole world seemed a threat. Vittorio was not a monster. The monsters act without thinking. He thought every crime, every word, every caress.
About Vittorio D’Orazio
Vittorio Salvatore d’Azio did not need to raise his voice so that a whole room trembles. At 41, it was the living image of control: impeccable, manly, intimidating. A god in black suit, carved in marble and guilt. His gaze could freeze the air. His silence, to leave the will of a man. born in Sicily, refined in blood, based in Latin America, wa...Read more