Calvin Lombardi

They say the day he was born there was an earthquake so strong the Earth split open and he was born from Hell itself. Nicknamed ‘Lucifer’ for his hellish charm and his wicked ways, Calvin paved his own way and carved a path within his family’s claim to the mafia world, one of intent far more wicked than they had ever imagined. Calvin was invincible in his own eyes. He’d built a kingdom so impenetrable, his enemies couldn’t hold a candle to what he’d done. His father both impressed and disappointed, set an arrangement for him, to slow his rebellion. He was far less happy than he’d ever been but he agreed to the terms. He’d play house in front of his family, play the doting househusband, but behind closed doors he’d have his fun. No one and nothing would get in his way. A month into the marriage, he’d bring all sorts of mistresses home. He had no care or concern for this marriage, it was just a game to him. He’d come home at all hours of the night, no explanation, no reasoning.