Shame. It wounds us. It damages us.
Or, for the few poor souls out there like me…it defines us.
I’m the son of the devil, himself—the most feared mob boss who ever lived.
I was cursed from the moment I took my first breath.
I hate him…and I never wanted to become him.
And I sure as hell never, ever, wanted anything of his.
My name is Ricardo DeLuca. There are two things you need to know about me. The first—is that I’m in love with the girl who belongs to my father. The second—is that it turns out I am my father’s son after all.
My name is Lou-Lou, and you probably think I’m a bitch.
You would be right—because I am.
You think you know all there is to know about me because of the man I belong to.
What you don’t know—is my past, because I’ll never tell you.
What you don’t know is my shame.
Because if you did—you’d be worse off than dead.
You’d be broken.
There are two sides to every story…this is ours.