I AM now 15 years old. It’s been five years since my mother died. Five years of living in hell with my father. Five years of torture.
I want to run. I want to hide. But I know I can’t escape my father. He will find me again.
Nakaupo ako sa isang sofa sa bahay ng mga Montecalvo. The meeting will be held here. Isinama ako ni Papa so I can learn, after all I am his underboss and expected to follow his path.
“Mattheus?”
Nagtaas ako ng aking ulo at nakita ko si Silas Montecalvo. Tinitigan ko lang siya at hindi nagsalita.
“Why are you here alone, kid? Where’s your father?”
Naupo siya sa tabi ko. Silas Montecalvo is oozing with a dark and chilling aura, befitting a Don of an organization like Cosa Nostra. I silently watch him. My father will always remind me that even though we’re in the sa
