“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.
