**Lorenzo's point of view**
I remember one time, when I was ten, that me and my father went to Palermo together. He was there on a business trip, but wanted to bring me along, so I could learn a little about the business. I recall being so excited, mostly because I knew, that being the don's son had it's beneficials.
I quickly learned, that a lot of the benefits that came with that title, would leave me hungry for more. I didn't give a fuck, that people were afraid of my father, and therefore me, and I didn't care that we used that fear, to get what we wanted.
We got there in a private jet. Inside the jet, several gorgeous stewardesses were welcoming us, wearing little-too-nothing. By the look my father gave them as we walked in, I remember thinking, that he was used to that entrance.
