Chapter 6 - The Traitor's Last Stand
When Rocco arrived back at the mansion and caught Maria in the hallway after her failed poisoning attempt, the full scope of the treason inside his home was finally crystal clear.
Rocco dragged Maria down into the basement corridor where Mateo was waiting. Upon hearing that Maria had attempted to poison the baby on Valentina’s orders, Rocco’s patience completely vanished.
"Mateo," Rocco commanded. "Bring Valentina and Marco out of the cell. Bring them to the grand courtyard."
Five minutes later, the courtyard was illuminated by heavy floodlights. Rain poured from the dark sky, splashing against the stone pavers.
Valentina and Marco stood under the heavy guard of six armed enforcers. Valentina’s mascara was ruined, her fine silk dress soaked and filthy. Marco looked utterly defeated, kneeling on the wet stones, weeping softly.
Rocco walked out under the covered archway, flanked by Mateo. Behind them, Elena and Sophia stood near the glass doors, holding baby Leo wrapped safely in a dry cashmere blanket.
Valentina looked at Rocco, her eyes darting frantically to the blue folder in his hand. She knew he had been to St. Helena. She knew the medical records were in his possession.
"Rocco..." Valentina tried one last time, her voice cracking. "Please... I did it for us! I was afraid you would leave me if you knew I couldn't give you a child! I loved you!"
"You didn't love me, Valentina," Rocco said, his voice echoing across the courtyard like a judgment from above. "You loved my power. You loved my name. And to protect your position, you were willing to throw my newborn son into the trash and poison his milk in his crib."
Valentina’s face transformed. The aristocratic, polished demeanor vanished entirely, replaced by a ugly, bitter malice.
"He is nothing!" Valentina shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at the baby in Elena's arms. "He’s a bastard child born from a paid surrogate! He doesn't belong in this family! I am the mistress of this house!"
"Not anymore," Rocco said quietly.
At that moment, heavy iron gates at the end of the driveway creaked open. Four dark vehicles belonging to the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the State Police pulled into the courtyard, their red-and-blue emergency lights flashing brightly through the rain.
Valentina gasped, stepping back. "You... you called the police? On your own family?"
"You are not my family," Rocco said coldly. "In my world, we handle traitors in the dark. But for you, Valentina, death is too clean. You are going to rot in a federal women's penitentiary for attempted murder, child endangerment, and conspiracy. The world will watch you lose everything."
A lead federal agent stepped out of the primary vehicle, holding a stack of arrest warrants signed by a state supreme court judge—warrants facilitated by Mateo’s overwhelming mountain of physical evidence, hospital records, and wiretap recordings.
"Valentina Moretti and Marco Viti," the agent announced loudly over the sound of the rain. "You are under arrest for attempted murder, child trafficking, and corporate fraud."
Handcuffs clicked tightly around Valentina’s wrists. She screamed and cursed, kicking her legs as two federal officers dragged her toward the police transport vehicle. Marco offered no resistance, sobbing hysterically as he was loaded into the second car.
Within ten minutes, the sirens faded into the distance, leaving the estate in a quiet, cleansing silence.
The rain began to slow, giving way to the faint, golden glow of dawn breaking over the eastern hills.
Rocco stood in the courtyard, watching the police vehicles disappear down the long driveway. He took a long, deep breath—the first real breath he felt he had taken in three weeks.
He turned back toward the covered archway where Elena, Sophia, and baby Leo were waiting.
Rocco walked over to them. He looked down at Sophia, whose small face was bright despite the long, terrifying night they had endured.
"Is he okay?" Rocco asked softly.
Sophia looked down at the baby in her mother's arms. Leo was fast asleep, his tiny thumb tucked into his mouth, completely peaceful.
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"He's safe now, Mr. Moretti," Sophia smiled up at him. "The bad people are gone."
Rocco knelt down in front of the little girl, resting his heavy hands on her shoulders. "Because of you, Sophia. Only because of you."
