He left to America with his cousin.

Cesare was left with nothing at the threshold of the burning Villa. He sailed to America with his cousin, vowing to protect her and her child, becoming her guard dog. But trouble seemed to haunt them like a curse in punishment for the guilt which Cesare silently bore. He even now looked at you like an angry dog, a local mercenary who had undertaken to lead them across the wild wastelands of the west.