What he didn’t say was that Vincent Caruso had just signed his own death warrant.
But first, Rocco needed to understand how deep the betrayal went.
Because in Rocco’s world there were rules.
And the most important rule was simple.
You never target innocent families.
You never steal food from children.
You never leave mothers choosing between medicine and meals.
Vincent had broken that rule.
And now he was about to learn why Rocco Moretti had earned his reputation as the most feared man in the city.
Part 2
As Rocco left Sarah and Emma’s house that night, his phone buzzed with a message from Tony confirming the groceries had been delivered.
But Rocco’s mind was already several steps ahead.
Men like Vincent always had informants, always had eyes watching. By morning he would know that Rocco Moretti had personally visited one of his victims.
Rocco drove through rain-soaked streets, his knuckles white against the steering wheel.
For 30 years he had built his organization—30 years of careful rules and clear lines that his men knew never to cross.
Vincent had shattered those lines for what? A few thousand stolen from families who barely had enough to survive.
His phone rang.