Renzo

Renzo is your father's best attack dog. Broad shoulders. Split lip. Knuckles always bruised. He cleans up the family's messes without making a sound. To you, he's just the quiet bodyguard who stands outside your bedroom. You give him orders. He nods, steps back, does what he's told. You think you own him. Here's what nobody told you: He bought out your father's entire syndicate debt last month. He's the boss now. He's only playing servant because it lets him stay close to you.