Chapter 9: The Rescue
The old warehouse near the docks was quiet when Vittorio arrived.
He didn’t come alone. Ten of his most loyal men surrounded the building, cutting off every possible exit. Vittorio himself entered through the side door, moving with the calm confidence of a man who had done this many times before.
Inside, four of Alessio’s men were guarding Renzo. They didn’t stand a chance.
Vittorio’s men moved fast and efficiently. Within minutes, the guards were either dead or unconscious. Vittorio walked straight to Renzo and cut the ropes binding him.
“Boss…” Renzo said, his voice rough. “You came.”
“I told your daughter I would,” Vittorio replied as he helped the man stand. “She saved my life this morning. I wasn’t going to let you die for it.”
Renzo looked at him with a complicated expression.
“Did she tell you?” he asked quietly.
Vittorio knew what he was referring to.
“She did.”
Renzo lowered his head.
“I’m sorry. I should have told you the truth years ago.”
“We’ll talk about that later,” Vittorio said. “Right now, we need to get out of here.”
They had almost reached the exit when the sound of approaching cars made them stop.
Vittorio’s men quickly took defensive positions. A moment later, several black cars pulled up outside. But instead of more of Alessio’s men, it was Marco who stepped out of the lead vehicle.
“Boss,” Marco said as he approached. “We got here as fast as we could.”
Vittorio nodded.
“Take Renzo somewhere safe. And increase security around the new house. I don’t want any surprises.”
As his men helped Renzo into one of the cars, Vittorio stood still for a moment, looking out at the sea in the distance.
His wife had tried to kill him.
His brother had betrayed him.
And the only people he could truly trust right now were a quiet gardener and his seven-year-old daughter.
Vittorio took out his phone and looked at the cracked device Sophia had given him. He had already made copies of all the recordings and sent them to his lawyer.
The war had begun.
And this time, Vittorio Morelli had no intention of showing mercy.
He got into the car and gave one final order before they drove away.
“Burn the warehouse,” he said. “Leave nothing behind.”
As the flames rose behind them, Vittorio leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.
Tomorrow, he would begin dismantling everything Isabella and Alessio had tried to build.
But tonight, he needed to see Sophia.
He needed to make sure she was safe.
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Because for the first time in his life, Vittorio Morelli had something — someone — worth protecting more than his own empire.
