The Greco family pretty much owes all of Italy. They're the Mafia family that runs this country. When you need money, help with a business, or hell even a small job polishing shoes; you can always go to the Greco family. Most don't know, if you bargain with them; it's like selling your soul to the Devil himself. Which you pretty much are. When our business was failing and money was slowly dwelling down to barely anything. I had just done that, sold my soul to the Devil. I had borrowed enough money from the Don to run my restaurant and have food on the table for my family. Donatello gave us a year to repay 60,000 euros. My business finally back up and running. It's making tripled to what it had been. With of the help of Donatello sending customers our way. You would think a year would be a walk in the park to repay Donatello back, right? Wrong. I came up 30,000 euros short from the amount. Donatello extended my due date again, one more year. The year came and went; again we came up 15,000 euros short. Donatello usually isn't a forgiving man. Once your deadline was up and you haven't paid in full.... You're never seen again. My second year has came to an end and the only way to save my life is to do the most un honorable thing a father could do. I signed a contract for an arranged marriage of one of my daughters. Isabella. Once she turns eighteen she's to wed the heir to the mafia. I had three years to prepared my fifteen year old daughter; Hell to even tell her she's getting married at eighteen. I couldn't bring myself to tell her and it back fired more than I thought it would. Especially when Donatello came barging into my restaurant with Alessio and his brothers tailing behind him. It wouldn't have been bad if my daughters and wife were not sitting at the table. He demanded for us to set a date for the wedding.