The drive through the rain was quiet.
The girl’s name was Lily Harper. She was seven years old and had been trying to sell anything she could find for the past week just to buy bread.
“Turn here,” Lily said softly, pointing toward a narrow street where several streetlights were broken.
The neighborhood looked forgotten.
Cracked sidewalks. Boarded windows. The kind of silence that came from people who had learned it was safer not to draw attention.
Viktor parked in front of a small house with peeling paint and a crooked front door.
Even before stepping out of the car he could smell dampness and neglect.
“Mom’s probably sleeping,” Lily said quietly. “She sleeps a lot now because it hurts less.”
Those words struck Viktor harder than any threat ever had.
They walked to the door together.
Lily pulled a key from beneath a loose brick and unlocked it.
Inside, the house was nearly empty.
No furniture. No decorations. Just bare floors and echoing footsteps.
“Mom?” Lily called gently. “I brought someone.”
A weak voice came from the back of the house.
“Lily… honey… come here.”
They found her mother lying on a stack of blankets in the corner of the living room.
When the woman saw Viktor, fear instantly filled her eyes.
“Please,” she whispered, trying to sit up. “We don’t have anything left. Please don’t hurt us.”
Viktor knelt slowly so she could see his hands.
“I’m not here to take anything,” he said calmly. “Your daughter told me what happened. I need to know who did this.”
The woman studied him carefully.
“You’re… the boss they mentioned,” she said weakly.
“Some men claim to work for me,” Viktor replied. “But what happened here wasn’t business. It was cruelty.”
The woman—Emily Harper—began to cry quietly.
“They said my husband owed money,” she explained. “But my husband never borrowed from anyone. He worked two jobs just to avoid debt.”
She wiped her eyes.
“The man with the scar said the debt transferred to me after my husband died. Fifteen thousand dollars.”
Viktor felt anger building slowly.
“Did they show you any proof?”
“Just a paper with his signature… but it didn’t look right.”
She looked toward Lily sitting beside her.
“They took everything in two trips. Furniture, appliances, even her toys. They said if I went to the police they’d come back for something more valuable.”
Viktor understood the threat immediately.
“Did the man give his name?” he asked.
Emily nodded.
“Victor… or maybe Vincent. Something like that.”
Viktor’s expression hardened.
Adrian Russo.
One of his lieutenants.
A man trusted with collections.
Lily spoke again.
“He hurt Mrs. Delgado too,” she said quietly. “And the family with the baby. I see them crying sometimes.”
Viktor looked at her.
This wasn’t one incident.
This was a pattern.
“How many families?” he asked.
Lily counted slowly on her fingers.
“Seven that I know.”
Seven homes destroyed.
Seven families robbed.
Viktor stood up slowly.
First, he made a call.
“Marco,” he said into the phone. “Bring groceries to the address I’m sending. Enough for a week.”
He paused.
“And bring cash. One thousand dollars.”
After hanging up, he looked back at Emily.
“Food will arrive within the hour. Your power will be turned back on tomorrow. Someone will repair your door.”
Emily stared at him in disbelief.
“Why would you help us?”
Viktor glanced at Lily.
“Because someone used my name to hurt your family.”
His voice turned colder.
“And that makes it personal.”
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