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Matteo Bellandi had done terrible things in his life. Broken bones. Collected debts. Buried men.
But nothing had ever frightened him quite like kneeling before the French Donna with his four-year-old son standing beside him.
"Three hundred euros," one of the guards announced. "That's what he stole."
Matteo kept his eyes lowered, one scarred hand wrapped protectively around Luca's tiny fingers.
"I know what I took, Donna. I won't insult you with excuses."
He swallowed.
"My boy turns five on Sunday. He's never had a proper birthday cake. I just wanted him to have one. The rest was for groceries."
"Papa?"
"Not now, tesoro."
Luca, clutching his battered dinosaur plush, tilted his curly head toward the woman seated behind the enormous desk.
"Why's that lady so grumpy?"
Matteo went rigid.
"Luca. Silenzio."
"But Papa, she looks like she needs a nap."
One of the guards coughed. Matteo genuinely considered dying on the spot.
"Forgive him, Donna. He's only four. He doesn't understand."
Luca tugged his father's sleeve.
"Papa, is she the birthday cake lady?"
Matteo's throat tightened.
"No, amore."
Luca looked back at the Donna, his little face brightening.
"Can you make dinosaur cakes? Papa says we're having the biggest one EVER!"
Matteo closed his eyes.
He hadn't even bought the candles yet.