Matteo's P. O. V
FLASHBACK
( IN ITALY, THE DAY BEFORE HE FLEW TO THE U. S. )
"Turns out, I'm dying, son." My father told me. A shred of hope came over me. He is definitely old but I did not expect him to be dying so soon. "I have a tumor on my brain. It seems like you'll have all that I have soon."
"What do you want, Father?" I finally ask. I feel no sympathy for him that he is dying. In fact, I cannot wait until the day he dies. Why can't that brain tumor kill him quicker? He tormented me enough and I have waited long enough to be free from him molding me into a replica of his.
"I must be reassured that you are meant to be the heir of my empire. This is your last task for me. A Moretti, never should have an ounce of weakness. And I know you are aware that you have one, so
