Chapter 17 - The Ultimatum

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While Matteo was preparing to surrender, Dante Bellarosa and Carol Hartwell cornered the final piece of the puzzle: Vivian Rinaldi.
At 4:00 p.m., Vivian was met in the private back room of a high-end restaurant in Brooklyn by Dante. Carol joined via a secure video feed from Elena’s hospital room.
Vivian sat stiffly, flanked by her own criminal defense attorney. "If you brought me here to threaten me, Bellarosa, you’re wasting your time. My legal team is already preparing a statement."
Dante set a thin manila folder on the table. "Inside this folder is a complete digital copy of your executive keycard logs, the security footage from the service elevator, and a sworn affidavit from the building’s superintendent."
Vivian’s attorney opened the folder, scanned the pages, and leaned over to whisper urgently into Vivian’s ear.
"You dropped those files on Elena’s desk to incite a violent felony," Carol’s voice echoed clearly through the laptop speaker. "Under New York law, that makes you an accessory to aggravated assault, in addition to your primary role in the Moretti family's financial conspiracy."
Vivian’s hands trembled slightly. "Matteo made his own choice to hit her."
"And you made yours," Carol retorted sharply. "Elena’s federal archive includes your personal signature on sixty-four fraudulent wire transfers. The feds are signing your arrest warrant as we speak."
Dante leaned forward across the table, his dark eyes locking onto Vivian with terrifying intensity.
"You have one option, Vivian," Dante said smoothly. "You walk into the United States Attorney’s office in one hour. You hand over your personal private ledger. You give a full, sworn deposition implicating Don Antonio Moretti in the laundering scheme, and you confirm under oath that you planted those files in Elena’s study."
"And if I refuse?" Vivian demanded, trying to sound brave.
"If you refuse," Dante smiled coldly, "we release the rest of Elena’s archive tonight. You’ll be indicted by morning, your passport is already flagged, and without a cooperation deal, you’ll be doing twenty years in a federal penitentiary with no chance of parole."
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Vivian looked at her lawyer. He slowly shook his head, signaling that she had no moves left.
The game was over.