Something we hide and shelter from those we love in order to protect them.
A darkness we try to suppress because we're ashamed of who that makes us.
Because that's the thing about Shame.
It wounds us. It damages us.
Or, for the few poor souls out there like me...it defines us.
It's there—in the shadows, beneath the surface...just waiting.
Until you let it break free
And the darkness consumes you.
My name is Ricardo DeLuca.
There are two things you need to know about me. The first—is that my heart will always bleed for her...
The second— is that I'm the son of the devil himself—the most feared mob boss who ever lived.