**Chapter 6**
The sun had barely risen above the horizon when Don Alessandro woke up, his mind still filled with thoughts about Isabella's death. The weight of grief was with him, but he was determined to get back on his feet and make Gabino pay for his cruelty. However, when he opened the door to the mansion, what he found was a nightmare that defied reality.
There, at the entrance, was a box, cold and sinister. His heart raced, a feeling of dread coursing through his veins. Intuition screamed that something was terribly wrong. He approached slowly, his stomach churning with each step. With trembling hands, he opened the box and, when he looked inside, the sight he found paralyzed him.
The head of Rafael, his eldest son, was there, his eyes wide in eternal astonishment, his expression frozen in the terror of the final moment. The world around him collapsed instantly. The scream that tore from his throat was primal, an expression of pain that echoed off the walls of the mansion, a wail that could have woken the dead.
"No! No, no, no!" Don Alessandro screamed, falling to his knees, tears streaming down his face. Grief turned into an untamable rage, a fire that burned inside him. He couldn't process the loss, couldn't accept that Gabino had gone so far. The loss of Isabella was unbearable enough, but now, with Rafael, the pain multiplied, an open wound that would never heal.
Beside his head, Gabino's note lay there, his words screaming in his mind: *"I told you so."* The message was a cruel reminder of the power Gabino wielded, an act of humiliation that cut deeper than any blade. Don Alessandro felt his sanity slipping through his fingers, the rage and despair turning into an insatiable thirst for revenge.
"He will pay for this," he whispered to himself, his voice thick with hatred. "I will make Gabino suffer. He doesn't know who he's dealing with."
Don Alessandro's determination became a battle cry, and as grief filled his heart, a new ferocity ignited within him. He would not allow his sons' deaths to be in vain. The city was about to become a battlefield, and he was prepared to fight.
With his son's head and Gabino's note in his hands, Don Alessandro stood, the pain still throbbing, but now accompanied by a new resolve. He would rally his allies, devise a strategy, and above all, do whatever it took to overthrow the tyrant who had dared to threaten his family. The cycle of violence was far from over, and the war had only just begun.