SICILY, ITALY. 8 PM.

Another meeting to discuss the division of the territory of Madrid, Spain. It's so annoying to hear these "higher-ups" argue about who should get the biggest share of the territory.

I'm the boss here, motherfuckers.

I'm looking around the meeting room when I feel someone bump into my back. Ready to kill the person, I turn around but hesitate when I come across a pair of beautiful, bright eyes. It's a girl.

What kind of woman is she? I've never seen her here before, but those eyes remind me of someone...

Will: "I see you've met my daughter, Liam."

Daughter? Damn. Daughter of my best friend and right-hand man? Shit. Shit. Shit.