I walked into the warehouse to see some dead bodies of the men and some who had surrendered with their hands on their heads. Fabio and Dario weren't here, but the green eyes of my brother met mine. He was standing there with a hardened face, and I must admit, I felt a twinge of pity for him, for who he was and what he had become."

A result of a traumatic childhood, yet his choice to work in the mafia was clear; I had asked him numerous times over the years to leave that life behind, but he stubbornly refused. It was obvious that he wasn't built for this...