The man who saved Steve was named Luca. A name that became both a blessing and a curse.
Luca was no savior in the traditional sense. He was a gangster, a man who ruled the city's underworld with an iron fist. But to Steve, he was the first person who had ever looked at him and seen something other than weakness.
Under Luca's wing, Steve learned how to fight, how to survive, how to make people fear him.
Gone was the boy who used to flinch at the sound of footsteps. The Steve who emerged from Luca's training was cold, efficient, and merciless.
By twenty, he was one of the most feared enforcers in the city.
And yet, something was still missing.
That something had a name.
Christian.