Chapter Twelve

DAMON D'ANGELO.

My story is not something I like to talk about or remember. The life I had, I wouldn't wish it on anyone, maybe not even my worst enemy. My brother and I neverwe were loved by our father. By anyone. Our mother was left to die by our father, she was the only one who perhaps loved us. " Lucifer's training was too soon, I saw how much my brother suffered alone, we were forbidden to talk to each other until I started my training. That damn man turned us into monsters.

No one in our family helped us whenwe needed. Their excuses were that they were afraid of our father, just because he was the head of the Russian mafia. If they really wanted to help us, they would have gotten together and it would have worked. " I saw how much Lucifer suffered when he was forced to kill the first maid of the D'Angelo family. I still remember her, a kind, kind lady, full of love to give, she had a family that she loved very much. " Lucifer hid the things from our father his tears, I saw him