The room was silent except for the sound of Gary's labored breathing. Enzo stood by the table at the center of the dimly lit basement, his hands resting on its edge as he stared down at the man who had brought so much pain to their family. His brothers stood behind him, their faces impassive but their presence heavy.

Gary sat tied to a chair, his wrists bound to the arms and his ankles secured to the legs. He looked up at Enzo with wild, darting eyes, the sweat dripping down his face betraying his panic.

"Do you even understand what you've done?" Enzo asked, his voice low and steady. There was no need to yell. His words carried all the weight they needed.

Gary licked his dry lips, his gaze flitting between the brothers. "Look, I-I don't know what she told you, but I didn't mean for things to—"

Enzo slammed a hand on the table, the sharp sound making Gary flinch. "Don't," he said, his voice cold. "Don't you dare try to justify what you did."

The room fell silent again, the air thick with tension. Enzo leaned forward slightly, his dark eyes boring into Gary's. "You thought she'd never tell anyone, didn't you? You thought you'd get away with it."

Gary stammered, his words tumbling over each other. "I-I swear, I didn't mean to hurt her—"

"Didn't mean to?" Enzo repeated, his tone sharp. He straightened up, glancing briefly at Matteo, who stood with his arms crossed. Matteo gave a subtle nod of encouragement.

"She was five years old," Enzo continued, his voice quiet but laced with steel. "Five. A child. And you made her feel like she was nothing. Like she didn't matter. You stole years of her life, her happiness, her trust. Do you even understand what that means?"

Gary's shoulders sagged, his head hanging as though the weight of Enzo's words was finally pressing down on him. "I—I don't know what to say," he mumbled.

"Good," Enzo said, his voice hard. "Because there's nothing you can say to fix this."

He stepped back, letting the silence hang in the air before speaking again. "I want you to think about something, Gary. Every day of your life from now on, I want you to remember the girl you hurt. I want you to remember her face, her tears, her screams. And I want you to know that no matter where you go, no matter how far you run, we'll always know where you are."

Gary's breath hitched, his fear palpable.

Matteo stepped forward then, placing a heavy hand on Enzo's shoulder. "We've made our point," Matteo said softly, his voice steady.

Enzo nodded, his jaw tightening. "You'll never come near her again," he said, his voice calm but firm. "If you do, there won't be another conversation. You'll disappear, and no one will ask where you went."

Gary swallowed hard, nodding rapidly. "I—I understand."

Enzo leaned in one last time, his gaze unyielding. "Good. Because we don't give second chances."

With that, the brothers turned and walked out, leaving Gary trembling in the chair. The moment they stepped outside into the cool night air, Enzo exhaled slowly, trying to release the tension that had coiled tightly in his chest.

"That was hard to watch," Luca said quietly, breaking the silence.

"It had to be done," Enzo replied, his voice subdued. He looked at his brothers, his expression weary but resolute. "For her."

They nodded in agreement, their steps silent as they walked toward the cars. Justice had been served, but for Enzo, it wasn't about revenge. It was about protecting Serafina and ensuring she could finally live without fear.