“It was a man from your gang, sir.”
For a moment, the rain was the only sound between them.
“My mommy cried,” she continued. “She said the mafia took everything from us.”
Rocco froze.
Not out of guilt.
But out of the realization that someone using his name had dared to exploit a starving mother and her children.
He slowly stood up, rain dripping from his coat.
“Where is your mother now?” he asked.
“Home,” the girl whispered. “She’s too weak to get up.”
Rocco held out his hand and gave her the keys to his SUV.
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