Chapter Twelve: Too Close to the Fire
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For several weeks after Elena turned him down, Daniel kept his distance.
At least publicly.
He no longer stopped by the bakery every day.
The flowers disappeared.
The invitations disappeared.
The hopeful look in his eyes disappeared too.
And for that, Elena was grateful.
Not because she disliked him.
She didn’t.
Daniel had once been one of the most important people in her life.
He had been kind to her when she needed kindness.
Supportive when she needed support.
Their relationship had ended long ago, but she still wanted him to be happy.
Just not with her.
Because her heart belonged somewhere else now.
Or rather
To someone else.
Someone stubborn.
Infuriating.
Protective.
And impossibly difficult to stop loving.
Luca.
Unfortunately, peace never lasted long around the Moretti family.
One rainy Tuesday afternoon, Daniel arrived at the bakery looking pale.
Very pale.
The moment Elena saw him, she knew something was wrong.
He wasn’t smiling.
Wasn’t relaxed.
Wasn’t acting like himself.
Instead, he looked like a man who hadn’t slept.
“Daniel?”
His gaze immediately found hers.
“We need to talk.”
Every instinct in her body went on alert.
“What happened?”
“Not here.”
The seriousness in his voice unsettled her.
Daniel had always been calm.
Level-headed.
Reasonable.
Seeing him nervous felt unnatural.
Wrong.
Elena glanced toward the staff.
Then toward the customers.
Finally she nodded.
“Five minutes.”
They sat in a small café two streets away.
Rain tapped against the windows.
Neither touched their drinks.
Daniel looked around twice before speaking.
The behavior immediately caught Elena’s attention.
“You are seriously worrying me.”
Daniel exhaled.
Then reached into his messenger bag.
A file appeared.
Several papers.
Photographs.
Printed documents.
Elena frowned.
“What is this?”
Daniel looked directly at her.
“I think someone is using your bakery.”
Her stomach dropped.
“What?”
“For meetings.”
Confusion immediately replaced fear.
“What kind of meetings?”
The answer came quietly.
“The kind that involve organized crime.”
Every muscle in her body froze.
The words hit harder than she expected.
Because there was only one organized crime family connected to her life.
The Morettis.
“No.”
Daniel pushed one photograph toward her.
Her heartbeat accelerated.
Several men sat inside the bakery after closing hours.
She recognized the location instantly.
The corner table near the back.
The image had clearly been taken through a window.
Then another photograph.
Another.
Another.
Each showed unfamiliar men.
Meeting.
Talking.
Passing envelopes.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
“Where did you get these?”
Daniel hesitated.
“I’ve been working on a financial investigation.”
Elena frowned.
“What kind of investigation?”
“The company I work for audits international transactions.”
Her uneasiness deepened.
“And?”
Daniel rubbed his forehead.
“And I found money moving through businesses all over the city.”
The silence stretched.
Heavy.
Complicated.
Then he said the words she never expected to hear.
“The trail eventually led to your bakery.”
An hour later, Elena sat in her car staring at her phone.
One call.
That was all it would take.
One call to Luca.
Yet she hesitated.
Not because she didn’t trust him.
Because she did.
But because Daniel looked genuinely frightened.
And because the evidence looked real.
Eventually she pressed the call button.
Luca answered immediately.
“Lena.”
His voice alone calmed her slightly.
“I need to see you.”
A pause.
Then:
“What happened?”
“I’ll explain in person.”
The silence on the other end lasted only a second.
Yet it was enough.
Luca already knew something was wrong.
“I’m coming.”
Two hours later, Luca sat across from her in the private dining room of the estate.
The photographs covered the table between them.
He studied every single one.
Without speaking.
Without reacting.
Without giving anything away.
Which somehow made the situation more stressful.
Finally Elena couldn’t take it anymore.
“Say something.”
Luca looked up.
His expression remained unreadable.
“These men aren’t mine.”
The answer surprised her.
Immediately.
“You know that already?”
“Yes.”
His certainty was absolute.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
The confidence in his voice immediately made her feel better.
Then worse.
Because if those men weren’t Moretti associates…
Who were they?
Luca picked up one of the photographs.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
A reaction.
Finally.
“You recognize someone.”
“Yes.”
Elena’s pulse quickened.
“Who?”
The answer came slowly.
As though Luca wished it were someone else.
“An accountant.”
“That’s not very threatening.”
“It is when he works for one of my enemies.”
The room fell silent.
Elena stared.
Luca stared at the photograph.
And suddenly everything felt much more dangerous.
That evening the bakery closed early.
By Luca’s insistence.
Naturally.
Elena argued.
Naturally.
Luca ignored her objections.
Also naturally.
Some things never changed.
By midnight, security teams had quietly reviewed hours of surveillance footage.
The results weren’t encouraging.
Someone had indeed been using the bakery.
Not employees.
Not customers.
Not Elena.
Someone else.
People entering after closing.
People accessing areas they shouldn’t.
People who somehow possessed keys.
The realization made Elena feel sick.
Her family’s bakery.
The place she loved most.
Had been used without her knowledge.
Manipulated.
Corrupted.
Luca stood beside her as they reviewed the footage.
His jaw remained tight throughout.
Not angry with her.
Never with her.
Angry at the situation.
Angry that she had been dragged into another mess connected to his world.
Then one frame appeared on the screen.
And everything changed.
The room went silent.
Every person stopped moving.
Stopped breathing.
Stopped talking.
Elena stared at the image.
“No.”
The word escaped before she could stop it.
The figure was familiar.
Far too familiar.
A trusted supplier.
A man her father had known for years.
A man who delivered flour every Monday morning.
A man who had eaten dinner in their home.
A man who had watched Elena grow up.
“No.”
The disbelief remained.
Because she couldn’t process it.
Didn’t want to.
Yet the footage was clear.
Painfully clear.
The supplier was involved.
Deeply involved.
And judging by Luca’s expression
The situation had just become far worse.
Because this wasn’t random.
It wasn’t coincidence.
It wasn’t opportunity.
It was infiltration.
Deliberate.
Planned.
Patient.
Someone had spent years positioning themselves close to Elena’s family.
Close enough to exploit them.
Close enough to watch them.
Close enough to use them.
The realization sent a chill through the room.
Later that night, Elena stood alone on the estate balcony.
The city lights blurred beneath the darkness.
Footsteps approached behind her.
Luca.
Of course.
Neither spoke immediately.
Finally, Elena broke the silence.
“I almost didn’t tell you.”
His gaze shifted toward her.
“I know.”
The answer surprised her.
“You know?”
“You were thinking about it.”
She laughed softly.
“That’s creepy.”
A faint smile appeared.
“Probably.”
For several moments they simply stood together.
Watching the city.
Watching the night.
Then Luca quietly said:
“Daniel did the right thing.”
The admission surprised her.
Because Luca rarely praised people he viewed as rivals.
Even former rivals.
Especially former rivals.
“You mean that?”
“Yes.”
His answer came immediately.
“If he hadn’t brought this to you…”
Luca looked toward the city.
“…we wouldn’t know someone was using the bakery.”
The seriousness in his voice settled heavily between them.
Because he was right.
Daniel had complicated things.
But he had also helped.
Potentially saved lives.
And now, whether they liked it or not
He had become part of a much larger story.
A story involving enemies.
Secrets.
And a mystery that was only beginning to unfold.
Because somewhere in the city, someone had spent years quietly moving pieces across the board.
And for the first time, Elena realized something terrifying.
The attacks against her may never have been about Luca at all.
They may have been about her.
- Writer
