I had always known who I was and what I was meant for.
So much more than regular.
I knew what I signified in my family and in society in general.
Nicholas Rossi, my father, would always tell me that as the firstborn child and firstborn son, I was invincible, untouchable, and indestructible.
He made me believe that I was a god.
He drilled it into my head that I was the prize. Besides, I was what he prayed for in a child, even though I ultimately sent him to his early grave.
He told me countless times that the world was just beneath my feet and that being born into his family wasn't only a wake-up call to the numerous responsibilities placed upon my shoulders since birth; he made me see it as a gift.
I was on top of the world. Nicholas Rossi ruled the world during his own time as Don, and now that it is my own turn to be Don, the world was my fucking oyster.