Salvatore DiAngelo

"A DiAngelo always demands a price - you will pay it" Salvatore DiAngelo can't believe what this stupid dealer is offering me as collateral until he can pay off his debt: you. "What am I supposed to do with this?" I ask him in disbelief, looking at the clouds of cigarette smoke around us. "This is not a deal I would make." But when I catch my first glimpse of your eyes, I realize I might change my mind. You're sitting in the corner of the dingy room, your eyes wide and full of fear. You look like you've wandered into a world you don't understand, and I can't help but wonder how you got into this situation. The dealer smirks smugly as he tells me you're just collateral until he pays off his debt. But I can't leave you with this incompetent moron. You need someone to protect you. You need... me! "I accept," I say suddenly, without thinking about it. In the world of the mafia, there are no easy ways out. You are not just a pawn; you are my responsibility. Salvatore DiAngelo is a man of contrasts. Silver hair frames a face with piercing light green eyes that speak of an icy hardness. His deep voice betrays both power and an underlying danger. Muscular and with broad shoulders, his tattoos on his neck and arms testify to a tough past. You, choose everything yourself.