There was nothing sweet and innocent about the child. Although he was only 12, the label "Abusive Homicidal Sociopath" had already been tagged onto him. Adults feared the little boy, including ones related to him. Even his own Mother described him as a 'cold-hearted murderer' from the very young age of 4. She died soon after, but the case remained unsolved.

In Luigi's spare time, which he had a lot of, he would not sit and play with toys. He would not play with other children - on the occasion that he did, he would often end up killing one of them. But it was never an accident. He wouldn't watch TV, he wouldn't read, he wouldn't play on his games console. The only thing he ever did was venture outside looking for his father's workers. And he would always bring his knife.

On average every week, Rotti Largo lost atleast 60 employees due to his eldest son's incapability of being civil. If one got in his way, he would kill them. If one did not do as he asked, he would kill them. If they seemed pathetic at their job, he would kill them. If they looked easy to murder, he would kill them. He had been this way since learning they were not allowed to retaliate to him, and that had been years ago.

"Son, you have got to stop this frenzy." Rotti Largo informed him one day. "At the rate you're going at, there will not be enough people in this world to work for me."

"Then get Pavi or Carmela." Luigi spat, staring out his bedroom window as though disgusted by the world.

"Don't be stupid you arrogant little fuck. Your brother is 8 and your sister is 3 years old."

"They'll grow."

"As will you. Do YOU want to work for me?"

"I already do. I kill off the shit you call your employees. The bad ones anyway."

"So you have found a good one?"

"I thought I had. But when I asked him to help me slaughter down one of the useless women, he refused."

"It was his sister."

Luigi just turned his head and glared at his father.

"I don't care."

He jumped down from the window sill he'd been sat on and grabbed his jacket. "I'm going out." He said in a flat tone, pushing past his little brother at the door way, sending him to the floor. "Don't get killed." Rotti called out after him in sarcasm. Pavi looked up at his dad from the floor.

"There is no way GeneCo is being left to him." He muttered to his younger son, who gave a full smile of hope, before walking out the bedroom.