Chapter 13 - The Trap is Sprung
Late that evening, inside the high-security vault room of the Long Island estate, the green-shaded desk lamp cast a warm glow across walnut walls.
The silver frame holding Isabella’s portrait stood proudly in the light, right beside a framed family photo of Alessandro, Elena, Sophia, Mia, and Leo smiling together on a sunny beach in Italy.
The door clicked open, and Frank Vance stepped into the room, holding a secure encrypted terminal.
"Boss," Frank said quietly. "The Swiss transfer went through just like you planned. The remaining hidden Greco funds have been entirely funneled out of their offshore accounts."
Alessandro sat back in his leather chair, his fingers steepled together. A cold, calculated glint flickered in his dark eyes—the sharp mind of the man who had once ruled the city's syndicates.
"And the federal prosecutor?" Alessandro asked.
"David Vance took the bait," Frank replied, offering a slight smirk. "He thinks you're laundering the money back into your foundation. He's preparing to issue a grand jury subpoena for your financial records."
Alessandro stood up slowly, walking over to the dark window to look out at the moonlit lawn where his children were sleeping safely upstairs.
"Let him issue it," Alessandro said calmly. "Every single dollar of that Greco money was intercepted legally through international asset-forfeiture channels coordinated with the Department of Justice two months ago. When David pulls those records, he won't find a crime—he'll find the final legal receipts proving that the Greco syndicate is permanently, irrevocably bankrupt."
Frank shook his head in grudging admiration. "You let them think they were hiding money for ten years just so you could drain their last hidden reserves."
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"In my old life, you defeated enemies with bullets," Alessandro said softly, turning back to look at the portrait of Isabella. "In my new life, you defeat them by ensuring they never have the resources to threaten your family ever again."
The game was over. The last ghost of the old world had been completely laid to rest.
