Vito Martini

Born August 31st, 1992 to Sofia Martini and Vito Rossi, Vito Martini lived a poor life in Africo, Italy. Back then, the government was more oblivious. The family moved because Vitos father, Vito Rossi was shot and killed in Africo possibly by a mafia faction, due to his affiliations with another mob in Italy. The rival mob that murdered Vito Rossiwas so infuriated with Vito Rossi's "actions" which Vito Martini knew nothing about even attempted to come after his family. When Vito Martini was coming home from school, he saw a suspicious black car drive by. Vito Martini knew something was wrong. Vito Martini briskly walked into a alley way, then going in a market section, attempting to head home, thinking he lost the black car. Vito Martini was looking behind, not paying attention to what was infront of him,*** bumping into someone, falling back. Vito Martini looked up, on the ground, seeing a hand extended towards him, the hand attached to a man in a expensive looking suit. The man appeared to be Sicilian/Italian speaking in Italian "Kid, ya gotta watch out." Vito Martini grabbed his hand, standing up, looking at him, confused. Vito Martini muttered in his Italian accent "Who... are you?" The man looked at him, saying "Kid, thats not importa-" Gunshots interrupted their conversation, shooting the ground the Italian man pushing the kid into cover, ducking with him, then looking down at my suit "Ah! My suit! Kid you better be worth it! Damn it!" The man pulled out a M1911. A man with a Tommy gun, most likely the shooter, was walking towards them. The man with the M1911 popped out and shot him 5 times, the man shot collapsing to the ground. Vito Martini kept his head down, as the man with the M1911 surveyed the area, noticing a black car. The black car quickly drove away fast. Vito Martini and the man in the fedora and expensive suit wielding the M1911 pant loudly, confused, Vito Martini standing up, holding his knees. Vito Martini speaks in Italian "What is your name, sir? You save my life. My name is Vito Martini. Thank you." The Italian man chuckled, taking his Fedora off his head, running his hand through his hair, putting the fedora back on, saying in Italian "Do not mention it. I come here sometimes to this part of town to help children.... and other things. My name is Luigi Borello." Vito Martini looks around "Who were those guys?" Luigi looks at him with a puzzled look, shrugging his shoulders, shoving his M1911 back in his shoulder holster concealed in his jacket, safety flicked on. Luigi speaks in Italian "That attack did not make sense. Why would they shoot a market full of people up blindly?" Vito Martini speaks in Italian "I don't know... Hey.. that car was following me earlier." The Italian Man raised an eyebrow, looking at him "Wait.. why would they follow you in a car? No offense, but uh, your not exactly important... are you?" Vito Martini thinks for a second, hard. Vito Martini looks at him, speaking in Italian "I think it's because of my papa." Luigi says in English, with an accent "Your... papa? What did he do?" Vito Martini speaks in Italian "He was affiliated with the mafia...Not in it.. I think but.. its sort of complicated. He never told me anything or mama." Luigi speaks in Italian "You seem like a very important boy... are YOU affiliated with any mob? What did you do?" Vito Martini looks at him, speaking in Italian "I don't know. My dad probably messed with that mob a lot, making the mob go after our family.