Naples, honor revenge in the Neighborhoods: the "late" baby killer has also been tracked down.

Naples Carabinieri from the Naples Central Operations Unit have arrested the fifth and final link in a bloody chain. He is a 17-year-old minor, already incarcerated in a penitentiary for other crimes, who is now charged with attempted murder, aggravated by mafia-related charges.

The arrest, ordered by the investigating judge of the Naples Juvenile Court, comes exactly two months after the ambush that rocked the heart of the Campania capital: a punitive raid designed to cleanse the shame of a sex tape, circulating online and featuring the daughter of mafia boss Salvatore Percich.

It was last September, when the commando struck with the ferocity of those who tolerate no offense to the "code of honor." The intended victim was IC, the boyfriend of the young heir of boss Salvatore Percich, a name that evokes long shadows in the Neapolitan underworld.

Guilty, in the eyes of her boss father, of sharing an intimate video of the girl online, posing in poses that blended passion and vulnerability. An act that, in a world where privacy is a luxury and reputation a weapon, unleashed hell.

The Smart Fortwo in which IC and his friend Umberto Catanzaro, a 23-year-old amateur footballer with dreams of glory on the dusty fields of the suburbs, were traveling became a moving target in the alleys near Via Toledo.

Five men, armed and hooded, opened fire without hesitation: bullets that smashed the windshield, riddled the seats, sowing terror.

Rushed to Cardarelli Hospital, the same hospital that has seen generations of shooting victims, he still fights for his life in intensive care. "It's a miracle he's breathing," the doctors confide to the distraught family, while Umberto's mother alternates between prayers and anger: "My son had nothing to do with it, he was just in the wrong place."

The minor arrested today, his face swollen from detention and the burden of a life already marked by crime, didn't pull the trigger. Indeed, he arrived late to the bloody theater, like an actor entering the stage after the curtain has fallen.

Disguised with an accomplice in a bed and breakfast run by a woman in the clan's pay—an anonymous hideout nestled in the narrow streets—the boy had covered the scooter's license plate with duct tape, ready to join the raid.

But timing played a cruel trick on him: when he sped to the scene, the shooting had already stopped, the victims were on the ground, the crowd was screaming.

The first four members of the commando—all adults with previous convictions for extortion and drug dealing—have already been in jail since the day after the ambush, thanks to a botched escape that betrayed them.

Now, with the fifth in handcuffs, the net tightens. Umberto Catanzaro, from his hospital bed, fights for a future that the Camorra tried to take from him. His story, intertwined with that of a stolen video and a wounded honor, is a merciless portrait of a city dreaming of peace yet still stumbling into bloodshed.