65. Luciano

Past

March 2016

My life had gone the way it was supposed to be.

I graduated and did a specialization; I took over and controlled the whole new and empowered Basciano-Moretti conglomerate. I stood by what I had to stand for so that the economy of my hometown would not be affected by the quarrels of bullies who thought the world revolved around them.

It was a win-win, a smart mode, I just needed to get on the map.

After moving to Boston and then moving to Washington D.C., I understood that I had to return to the financial capital of the world, whether I liked it or not, I had to return home to make things work better. It wasn't the right thing for me, but it was right for my family and their future.

They deserved me to give them my best.

My sister had been back for almost two years, I helped her set up a photography school so that she could make a living from her passion. However, with Enzo it was difficult, I didn't want to touch the money, I said I didn't need it and that I shouldn't