For the first time… there was life in the room again.
Rocco stood quietly, watching.
Then he asked, “Do you remember anything about the men?”
The woman nodded faintly.
“One had a scar… across his cheek. And a gold ring.”
Rocco’s eyes darkened.
He knew exactly who that was.
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An hour later, Luca Greco stood in front of him, drenched in rain—and fear.
“I was just doing business—” Luca began.
“You robbed a starving family,” Rocco interrupted calmly.
“They owed—”
“They owed nothing.”
Rocco stepped closer.
“You used my name. You used fear. But you forgot something.”
Luca swallowed.
“What?”
Rocco’s voice was quiet.
“I protect what’s mine.”
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Then Rocco spoke again.
“You’re going to fix this.”
Luca blinked. “Fix… how?”
“Everything you took—you replace it. Better than before.”
