Enzo reached into Marco’s silk jacket and pulled out a thick, leather-bound notebook. It was a crude but effective record of every cent extorted from the families in the building. Enzo flipped through the pages, his face darkening with every line.
“It’s all here, sir,” Enzo reported. “He’s been taking sixty percent of the Rossi pension every month. Plus 'interest.' Total amount extorted from this family alone over the last three years... approximately eighty thousand Euros. If we include the other tenants, we’re looking at over a million.”
Dante leaned down, his face inches from Marco’s. “The money you took didn't go to the Virellis. Not all of it. Marcello and Damien are too refined to handle dirty cash directly. They let you keep a cut, and the rest goes into a shell company to pay for
