The night was dark and heavy, the air thick with tension as Alessandro stepped out of the sleek black SUV, his polished shoes crunching against the gravel driveway. The property was secluded, an old warehouse that had long been abandoned on the outskirts of the city. Perfect for a meeting like this.

He adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit, his movements calm and deliberate, even as his blood simmered beneath the surface. This wasn't just business—this was personal. The thought of Gary, the man who had terrorized his daughter for years, walking free had been gnawing at him since Fina's return. Tonight, that ended.

Antonio stepped out of the passenger side, his face a mask of grim determination. Behind them, Enzo, Matteo, Luca, and Dante exited the other vehicles, each armed and ready for anything. Alessandro had made it clear to his sons that tonight wasn't about teaching a lesson—it was about ensuring no one ever dared harm their family again.

Inside the warehouse, Alessandro could hear muffled voices. Gary's men—though few in number—had been expecting someone else entirely. They had no idea the storm that was about to descend upon them.

"Let's make this quick," Alessandro said, his voice low and sharp.

Enzo nodded, his jaw tight. "You got it, Papà."

The brothers moved in formation, their movements precise and silent as shadows. Antonio stayed close to Alessandro, his protective instincts on high alert. They breached the side entrance, weapons drawn, and the room fell silent as Gary's men turned to face them.

"What the—" one of the guards began, but he didn't get a chance to finish. Enzo disarmed him with a swift blow to the head, and Matteo shoved another to the ground. Within seconds, the room was cleared of any real threat, leaving only Gary, who stood at the center of the chaos.

Alessandro's cold gaze locked onto the man who had haunted his daughter's nightmares. Gary was older than Alessandro expected, his wiry frame dressed in a cheap leather jacket. His face twisted into a sneer as he recognized who had come for him.

"Well, well," Gary drawled, his voice dripping with false bravado. "The big boss himself. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Alessandro didn't respond immediately. Instead, he stepped forward, his presence commanding as the tension in the room thickened. The brothers flanked him, their eyes hard as steel.

"Do you know who I am?" Alessandro asked, his tone eerily calm.

Gary smirked. "Of course I do. Alessandro Romano, the untouchable Don. I've heard all about you."

"Then you should know why I'm here," Alessandro replied, his voice dropping to a dangerous low.

Gary's smirk faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "Look, I don't know what your daughter told you, but whatever it was, she's lying. Kids exaggerate things all the time—"

Alessandro's hand shot out, grabbing Gary by the collar and yanking him forward. The move was so sudden and forceful that Gary let out a strangled gasp, his bravado evaporating.

"Choose your next words carefully," Alessandro growled, his face inches from Gary's. "Because the only thing keeping you alive right now is my decision to make you suffer."

Gary's eyes darted nervously around the room, landing on each of Alessandro's sons. None of them moved, but their expressions spoke volumes. They were ready to strike the moment their father gave the order.

"You don't understand," Gary stammered. "I didn't—she was just—"

"Enough." Alessandro's voice cut through the air like a blade. He released Gary, who stumbled backward, but there was no escape.

"I know everything," Alessandro continued, his tone cold and calculated. "The beatings. The threats. The things you made her endure. You took away her childhood. You made her believe she was worthless. And for what? Your own sick amusement?"

Gary opened his mouth to protest, but Alessandro held up a hand, silencing him.

"You thought you could hide behind anonymity. That you could escape judgment because no one cared enough to look for you." Alessandro took a step closer, his eyes blazing with fury. "But you underestimated me. You underestimated my family."

Gary's bravado crumbled completely as the weight of Alessandro's words sank in. He fell to his knees, his hands trembling. "Please... I didn't mean to... I didn't think it would go this far."

"That's the problem," Alessandro said, his voice chillingly calm. "You didn't think. But now, you will face the consequences."

Alessandro turned to his sons, his gaze steady. "Take him. Make sure he remembers this night for the rest of his miserable life."

The brothers moved as one, their faces grim as they hauled Gary to his feet. He struggled weakly, but there was no escape.

As they dragged him out of the warehouse, Alessandro remained behind, taking a moment to steady himself. The weight of Fina's pain pressed heavily on his shoulders, but he knew this was a step toward justice. Toward healing.

Antonio stayed by his side, his expression unreadable. "It's done, Papà," he said softly.

Alessandro nodded, his eyes distant. "Good. Make sure he's dealt with properly."

Antonio hesitated for a moment before placing a hand on his father's shoulder. "We'll protect her. All of us. She'll never have to worry again."

Alessandro gave a small, weary smile. "I know. That's why I trust you."

Together, they exited the warehouse, leaving behind the echoes of justice served. The Ricci family had sent a message tonight, one that would reverberate far and wide: No one harms one of their own and walks away unscathed.