Chapter 6 - Retribution and Resolution
The basement beneath Matteo's primary safehouse smelled of damp concrete, old dust, and raw fear. Marcus Vance was tied securely to a heavy metal chair, his hands bound behind his back with industrial zip ties. A nasty purple bruise swelled across his jaw, and dried blood caked his lower lip.
When the heavy iron door swung open and Matteo stepped into the dim light of the room, Marcus flinched violently, straining against his bonds.
"Mr... Mr. Ricci," Marcus stammered, his bravado entirely vanished, replaced by the whimpering terror of a rat trapped in a corner. "Please... I'm sorry! I swear I didn't know she had connections like you! Just let me go, I'll leave town, I'll never come back to Boston—"
Matteo walked slowly around the chair, his footsteps echoing off the concrete walls like gunshots. He didn't say a word. He simply reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a silver lighter, flicked it open, and watched the small blue flame dance in the darkness before snapping it shut.
"You broke into a home," Matteo said softly, his voice carrying an eerie, unnatural calmness. "You terrorized a defenseless woman. And worse than that... you made a little girl cry in the dark, typing out a message to a stranger because she had nowhere else to turn."
"I was angry! She didn't pay—" Marcus started to yell, but stopped short as Matteo’s cold gaze locked onto him like a predator fixing on its prey.
"You have two choices, Marcus," Matteo interrupted, leaning in close so his face was inches from the terrified man's ear. "Choice one: my men take you out to Boston Harbor tonight, tie a cinderblock to your ankles, and feed you to the fish. Nobody will ever look for you. Nobody will ever care."
Marcus swallowed hard, his throat dry as bone. "W-What's... what's choice two?"
Matteo straightened up, his expression impassive. "Choice two: you sign over every single cent of your illegal assets, your cars, and your accounts to a trust fund under the name of Lily Evans. Then, you pack a single bag, get on a one-way bus out of Massachusetts tonight, and if you ever set foot in this city again—or if you ever come within a hundred miles of Sarah or Lily—I won't just kill you. I will dismantle every single thing you've ever built, piece by agonizing piece, until you are begging for the grave."
Marcus didn't hesitate for a single second. "I'll sign it! I swear to God, I'll sign everything! Just don't kill me!"
"Victor," Matteo called out without looking back. "Bring the paperwork."
Victor stepped out of the shadows holding a clipboard and a pen, a thin, satisfied smile playing across his lips. Within five minutes, the documents were signed, stamped, and sealed. Marcus was hauled away by two guards, tossed into the back of a van, and driven straight to the state line with a clear, uncompromising warning ringing in his ears.
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Matteo walked back upstairs into the cool night air, pulling out his phone. He looked at the screen—the very phone that had lit up hours ago with a terrified child's plea.
He hadn't planned on saving anyone tonight. He had set out to protect his carefully guarded solitude. But as he looked up at the stars twinkling above Boston, he realized the armor he had worn for twenty-five years had finally cracked wide open—and for the first time in his life, he didn't feel weak. He felt alive.
