Amadeo's Point of View
Pabagsak akong umupo sa sofa pagkauwi na pagkauwi ko sa mansyong tinutuluyan ko rito sa Barcelona. My body feels so drained. Masakit ang ulo ko at parang nahihilo na ako sa labis na antok at pagod, but I can't afford to rest—not just yet. Ang dami pang problemang kailangang ayusin.
I took a deep breath and roamed my eyes around the mansion. This used to be the place where my father lives; kung saan siya lumaki at nahasa. But this mansion is nothing but a relic of the past; a reminder of the Salvatores' reign over Barcelona and neighboring cities.
Hindi ko mapigilang mapangiti nang matamlay. I could still remember how I promised the godfather that I would revive his mafia family in Barcelone—and I am actually doing it now. But the thing is, he's no longer here with
