Trigger warning: This story involves elements of b**m, gory and morally gray characters, verbal and physical degradation. You've been warned.
~Matteo's POV~
I've been with the Castillo family for twenty-three years now, ever since my old man got gunned down in that brutal shootout with the Morettis.
He was their head bodyguard, the guy who kept the wolves at bay, overseeing a pack of hardened subordinates who lived and breathed the family's protection. Bullets tore through him like paper, and there I was, barely out of my teens, stepping into his blood soaked shoes.
The Castillos didn't hesitate...they took me in, molded me like clay. Trained me to be sharper, deadlier. I learned to anticipate threats before they even whispered in the wind, to shield the family from rival gangs sni
