Unknown’s pov
The world believes I am dead, it’s amusing. It really is. People believe the moment a coffin is sealed and lowered into the earth, that ends it al. No more questions, and they stop looking over their shoulders, they can sleep easier.
Diego De’ Luca sleeps easier.
He doesn’t know that man he buried six years ago was not me, he doesn’t know I watched him at my funeral, he buried the wrong corpse. I’ve been patient, so patient that I watched him build his empire, continue his grandfather’s legacy.
From my window which overlooked the sea, I can still see the faint glow of his mansion’s light across the cliffs. Every night that lights taunts me, reminding me what I have to do to the man who murdered everyone in family, just because my father betrayed his father, he thought he
