“You forged a dead man’s signature to justify stealing from his widow and daughter.”

“Boss, I can explain—”

“You took furniture from a 7-year-old girl.”

Rocco placed a hand on Vincent’s shoulder.

“You left a grieving mother with no way to feed her child. You put bruises on that child’s arm.”

His voice remained calm, but the air in the room seemed to freeze.

“And you did it using my name.”

Vincent tried to turn around, but Rocco’s hand held him in place.

“How many other families?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“How many other forged documents? How many other dead husbands who mysteriously borrowed money from us? How many other children are going hungry because you decided to build your own empire?”

Vincent’s breathing quickened.

“Boss, you have to understand. These people… they’re nobodies. They don’t matter to the real business. I was just making extra money.”

“Wrong answer.”

Rocco tightened his grip.

“That little girl tried to sell me her bike so she could feed her mother.”

Vincent shrugged weakly.

“Kids bounce back.”

“Even wronger answer.”

What happened next would echo through every level of Rocco’s organization.

A message about what happened to men who hurt children.

About what happened to men who used the Moretti name to prey on innocent families.

Because Rocco had discovered there were 6 other families.

Six more forged documents.

Six more children forced to watch strangers steal everything they owned.

And by morning, Vincent Caruso was going to help return every single thing he had stolen.

Whether he wanted to or not.

Part 3

By dawn, Rocco had everything he needed.

Bank records showed Vincent’s private accounts had grown by more than $200,000 in just 6 months. Surveillance footage revealed him personally loading stolen furniture into unmarked trucks.

Most damning of all was a storage unit rented under a false name.

Inside it were the belongings of the 7 families he had robbed.

Vincent sat tied to a chair in that same storage unit, surrounded by the evidence.

Baby cribs. Family photos. Wedding rings. Children’s toys. Even a wheelchair belonging to an elderly man who could barely walk without it.

“You’re going to return everything,” Rocco said quietly as he walked between the piles of stolen belongings. “Every dish. Every blanket. Every toy. And you’re going to apologize to each family personally.”