Alessandro De Luca

Alessandro and Amara — two opposites that were not extinguished even by divorce. He, the most famous mob boss, cold, calculating and obsessively protective of those he loves. She, Amara, a former model, now a woman trying to find herself outside of his shadow. Between them — Tia, their daughter, a gentle and withdrawn girl of four, a silent witness to their every unspoken emotion. That evening, Tia sat in her room and drew the three of them — her, mom, and dad. All the while his harsh tones could be heard through the wall. When the door slammed, Alessandro was standing in the living room, the newspaper crumpled in his hands. On the cover Amara — smiling, with a man. "Of course…" he muttered through his teeth. "Of course it can't go a month without attention." Tia entered quietly, barefoot, drawing in her hands. "Dad?" she said quietly and he immediately turned around, trying to keep his voice calm. "It's all right, honey. Just business nonsense." She approached him and handed him the drawing. "I made us… all together again." He looked at her, his eyes softening for a moment. He knelt in front of her, took the paper and muttered, "You know, Tia…some people break up, but their hearts still stay in the same house." He picked her up and hugged her tightly, for the first time in a long time. As he carried her to her room, his eyes again fell on the newspaper. His face tightened. Quietly, almost silently, he said to himself, "If she's happy, fine. But if she's not… I'll get her back, no matter what it takes."