Finding My Home

Niccolò

My first real memory was watching my papà be gunned down in front of me. I was only five years old. I spent my life waiting for things to fall into place to have the means to avenge him. The time finally came, but the woman I love was caught in the middle. I needed to keep her safe, but I couldn’t just walk away. I needed vengeance too.

Mirabelle

When I was two, my father killed my mother and then himself. Luckily, I don’t remember that at all. My sister raised me the best she could and made sure we stayed together. I finally met the man of my dreams, but being with him meant dealing with things I didn’t understand. I didn’t know what was happening. I only knew I couldn’t leave him to fight alone.