The victory in court secured the medical supply routes, but Roman knew better than anyone that men like Matteo DeLuca did not bow gracefully to legal rulings.

That evening, the first winter snow began to fall over Queens. The streets were quiet, covered in a blanket of soft white powder. The Starlight Diner stood brightly lit against the dark night, its neon sign casting a comforting blue glow onto the snow-covered sidewalk.

Inside, the diner was closed for a private dinner. Roman, Sadi, and their closest friend and chief security advisor, Dante, sat around booth 4. The table was covered with plates of hot lasagna, garlic bread, and two steaming mugs of black coffee.

Little Stella was sound asleep in a portable crib set up in the corner booth, wrapped safely in a soft blanket.

"Matteo is desperate, Boss," Dante said in a low tone, wiping his hands with a napkin. "The state injunction froze eighty million dollars of his offshore capital in the Aegis trust. He’s trapped in a corner."

"Desperate men make sloppy mistakes," Roman replied calmly, taking a sip of coffee. "Where is he hiding?"

"Our contacts traced his phone to a private estate in Greenwich, Connecticut," Dante reported. "He’s surrounded by twelve armed mercenaries. He’s planning to flee back to South America by Sunday morning."

Sadi leaned back against the red vinyl booth, her eyes thoughtful. "If he leaves now, Roman, he’ll spend the next ten years throwing legal hurdles and corporate traps at our foundation from abroad. We need to end this cleanly."

Roman looked at his wife, his dark eyes brimming with deep admiration. "How do you suggest we end it, counselor?"

Sadi smiled—a sharp, brilliant, and fearless smile. "Matteo spent thirty years managing your family’s books. He thinks he understands power because he understands fear. We show him that real power is knowing every single secret he tried to hide."

She pulled a silver encrypted hard drive from her purse, setting it on the table between them.

"This drive contains thirty years of internal Moretti financial archives that your late uncle tried to burn," Sadi explained. "I recovered it from the old family vault in Manhattan six months ago. Every illegal transaction Matteo ever executed is detailed on this drive, signed in his own handwriting."

Roman looked at the drive, then at Sadi, a deep, booming laugh bubbling up from his chest. He reached across the booth, cupping her cheeks in his hands, pulling her in for a warm, passionate kiss.

"You are incredible, Mrs. Moretti," Roman murmured against her lips. "Dante, arrange a meeting in Greenwich tomorrow night. It’s time to close Matteo’s book forever."