I was born a monster. Cruelty flowed through my veins like poison. Tekla in the veins of each Vitiello, transmitted from father to son, an endless spiral of monstrosity Born a monster, turned into a more terrible monster by the blade, fists and rude words of my father, I was brought up to become a capo, to rule without mercy, to give away cruelty without thought. Grown up to break others. When Aria was given to me as a wife, everyone waited, holding their breath, to see how quickly I would break her, how my father had broken his women. How I Will Break Her Innocence and Kindness by the Power of My Cruelty Breaking it wouldn't be so hard. It was natural for me. I was the monster everyone was afraid of. Before her.