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.
The name on the screen made his blood pressure rise even higher.
Vincent Caruso.
“Boss,” Vincent said casually. Too casually. “Heard you were in my neighborhood tonight. Everything all right?”
Rocco kept his voice level.
“Just checking on some business, Vincent. Nothing that concerns you.”
“Of course not, boss. Just making sure nobody was causing problems in my territory. You know how protective I get about the families under my watch.”
The audacity nearly made Rocco laugh.
