Chapter 8 - The Father's Promise
Vincent looked at the little girl in the torn yellow dress. He didn't see a street beggar. He saw a brave, innocent child who had managed to find joy in a living nightmare, and who had miraculously shared that joy with his broken son.
"Lily," Vincent said softly, his deep voice carrying a profound, unshakeable respect. "I promised you a sandwich."
Lily nodded slowly, her brown eyes shining with unshed tears. "Are you going to hurt the bad lady?"
"The bad lady is never going to hurt you or your friends ever again," Vincent swore, a fierce, protective vow that only a father could make. "You are safe now."
Vincent gently picked Lily up, carrying her safely to his own armored SUV. When he opened the door, Ames was waiting inside. The five-year-old boy immediately handed Lily a juice box and a small blanket, smiling warmly at her.
Vincent closed the door, ensuring they were completely secure.
He turned back to his lead enforcer, the soft, gentle father completely vanishing, replaced entirely by the ruthless syndicate boss.
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"Take the kids to my house," Vincent commanded coldly. "I have an appointment at a warehouse on 5th Street."
👉 What absolute, brutal justice is the mafia boss about to execute on Russo?
