Sold to the Capo-Chapter 107: WHEN THE DEVIL FORGETS TO LOCK HIS VAULT

VINCENZO’S POV

The drive back to the LaRosa mansion was a race against time. I had ignored Val’s plea to stay back and get myself treated. I wouldn’t die from that, if anything, that ledger could be the one that would cause the death of both me and this empire if leaked.

Fuck, I should have listened years ago when I was told not to fucking keep the damn thing but my father and I decided to because we felt it’d be important later on in the long run.

Well now, it would get us into a lot of fucking trouble.

The pain in my arm pulsed with every turn of the wheel, but I gritted my teeth and pushed forward. There was no time to stop. No time to think about the bullet still lodged in my flesh. If we didn’t stop this in time, the LaRosa empire would fall—and I’d be the one to burn with it. That was a fact.

Salvatore and Valentina were in the car behind me, while Master LaRosa drove his own. The old man’s rage was palpable, fury and anger coursing through his veins. He had slipped up and now he knew how it felt to be on the receiving end and knowing you were the cause of everything. I could already picture his hands tightening into fists, his mind running through a thousand different ways to rip Henry apart.

But we had to get there first.

And if Henry had already made his move... we were too fucking late and something told me that we were already late.

He had simply disappeared after my father had made his appearance and of course no one would have questioned him leaving the mansion, he was well acquainted with the family house. If he was working for the Bratva then he was going to get it to them and we were doomed. We would lose our temporary allies even, they would use the opportunity to tear us to the ground.

Fuck it.

The moment we screeched to a halt in front of the mansion, Master LaRosa was already out of his car, storming toward the entrance. His long coat billowed behind him like a fucking warlord marching to battle. I stepped out, ignoring the sharp stab of pain in my shoulder as I followed.

One of the guards at the door stood at attention, clearly rattled. Good. He should be fucking scared.

"Where’s Henry?" My father’s voice was sharp as soon as he got to him.

The guard hesitated. "He—he just paid a visit to the mansion, but—"

A loud crack rang out as Master LaRosa’s fist slammed into his face.

The man barely had time to react before my father grabbed him by the collar, dragging him forward and slamming him into the wall. Blood dripped from the guard’s nose as he gasped for breath, his eyes turning a fast shade of purple from where he had been hit.

"You let him in?" My father’s voice was low, deadly, his hands gripping the collar of the man’s shirt.

"Sir—I—I thought—"

Master LaRosa didn’t wait for an excuse. He pulled out his gun and shot the man in the head.

The second guard at the entrance trembled, visibly shaking as he took a step back.

Wrong move.

My father turned on him as he let the body of the first guard crumple to the floor. "And you?"

"I—I swear, we were told—"

"By who?"

"By you, sir," the guard stammered like he couldn’t believe that this was seriously happening to him. "You said that if Henry ever needed access, we were to let him in immediately."

The silence that followed was suffocating.

I turned to my father, my jaw tightening. "You gave that order?"

Master LaRosa’s eyes flickered. For the first time in a long time, he looked uncertain. He’d trusted Henry. He’d let him in.

And now we were paying for it.

But I didn’t have time to dwell on his mistake. The ledger was the priority. Without another word, I shoved past the guards and stormed into the house.

"You better pray it’s still there" I muttered through gritted teeth.

Salvatore was right behind me. He tried to speak, but I cut him off with a sharp look.

"Don’t. I haven’t forgotten what you did." My voice was low, controlled, but laced with warning. "And I swear to God, I’m using everything in me to not put a bullet in you. Don’t push it"

Salvatore’s jaw clenched, his usual calm demeanor breaking under my gaze. He turned to Val, almost as if he expected her to defend him, but she only gripped her gun tighter and looked away.

Good. He didn’t deserve to be defended.

We reached the safe. It was hidden behind a thick steel panel, reinforced with layers of security. No one could crack this unless they had the exact code. Or somehow found a way to break through. It would have taken him time to break through so there was no way he did that if he did take it, he’d found a way to open it. The safe looked untouched.

"Wait outside," I ordered, stepping forward.

Salvatore hesitated. "Vincenzo—" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"I said wait outside."

He exhaled sharply but obeyed.

I turned back to the safe, my fingers moving swiftly over the keypad. The passcode was long, complex—a sequence only I knew. A mixture of letters, numbers, and an old phrase in Latin that had been burned into my memory since I was a child.

A phrase my father had drilled into my head.

Mors Vincit Omnia. Death conquers all.

The lock clicked open.

And the safe was empty.

I stared.

My mind took a second to catch up with what I was seeing—or not seeing.

Then the fury hit.

"FUCK!" I slammed the fist of my good hand against the wall, my entire body tense with rage. The pain in my arm barely registered as I turned on my heel and stormed out.

The moment my father saw my face, he knew.

"Gone?"

I nodded. His jaw tightened, his fists clenching. "Bastardo."

We had a fucking problem.

Back in the main room, Valentina was still pacing, her frustration boiling over. "Can someone explain to me what’s so damn important about this ledger?"

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. "It’s everything."

She frowned. "That doesn’t mean shit to me."

I turned to her, my patience snapping. "The ledger holds every major crime, alliance, payoff, and betrayal in the underworld. It’s not just names and dates—it’s the fucking blueprint of how the mafia works. If it gets leaked, we’re all dead. Every single family. Every politician tied to us. Every business we own. Gone. I had originally made it to keep it to have leverage over the other families"

"What?" Valentina said, clearly not understanding what I was saying.

"If it gets leaked," I repeated, "every mafia family, every politician, every businessman with criminal ties will be exposed. Law enforcement will have enough evidence to bring down entire crime syndicates. And every rival we’ve ever had will have enough leverage to blackmail and kill us all."

Val took a slow breath. "Fuck."

"Yeah."

Val’s eyes widened slightly. For the first time, she truly understood.

"So what the fuck do we do now?" she asked.

My father was already barking orders, demanding searches, interrogations, bloodshed. He wanted heads on spikes before the night ended. Salvatore was throwing in his own ideas, Val was trying to make sense of it all, and I—

I wasn’t listening.

Because something didn’t add up.

How did Henry get past the safe’s security?

"Valentina, please call the doctor here and tell him it’s urgent, he should be here in a few minutes" I said, looking at Val and nodding to her to call the doctor to have a look at my injury before I left this place.

It’d be a shame to lose an arm over something like this.

Valentina nodded and left the mansion, leaving Master LaRosa, Salvatore and I alone.

Unless...

My stomach twisted.

I already had an idea.

I turned sharply to my father. "Did you tell Henry about the safe?"

His brows furrowed. "I might have mentioned that we had one, but I never told him the passcode."

Fuck.

I pieced it together, muttering to myself. The safe was secure. The passcode was impossible to crack.

But what if Henry didn’t need to crack it?

What if he had help?

I raised my head slowly, my voice deadly calm. "Grace."

The room went still.

My father’s eyes darkened. "You have Grace?" He hissed.

Oh, another thing he had remained oblivious to.

"Yeah, well I guess we’re just finding out certain things about ourselves" I scoffed, untying the piece of cloth around my wound so I could wrap it with the bandage that Salvatore had just brought from the first aid box at the side.

Master LaRosa looked like he was about to throttle me but he refrained and raised a chin. "What does she have to do with this?"

"She’s not at the mansion, she’s not at my house" I clenched my jaw. "She didn’t come out during the attack. If she was in the mansion, she would have."

Salvatore’s eyes narrowed. "You think Henry took her?"

I shook my head. "I think Henry used her."