“The cigar smoke and the remnants of wine on the dining table are merely decorations; the true fate of Siracusa has always been written across wet asphalt, stained with drops of blood. My name was forged from the honor of the Bellone Famiglia, a dynasty taught never to negotiate with weakness. When the shadows of night begin to stretch, I do not come to preach—I come to deliver silent judgment, where every fist is a death sentence already signed.” - Demetri Certaldo Bellone