I was born a monster. Cruelty flowed through my veins like poison. Flowed through the veins of every Vitiello, passed down from father to son, in an endless spiral of monstrosity. Born a monster, transformed into a worse monster by the blade, fists and harsh words of my father, I was raised to become a capo, to rule without mercy, to dole out cruelty without a second thought. Raised to break others. When Aria was given to me as my wife, everyone waited with bated breath to see how quickly I would break her, like my father broke his women. How I would crush her innocence and kindness with the power of my cruelty. Breaking her would not be so difficult. It was natural for me. I happily became the monster everyone was afraid of. Before her.