Glass rained across the concrete floor.
Matteo covered Hazel and Leo with his body.
Tobias dragged Caleb behind a steel desk.
More shots struck the walls.
“Back exit!” Tobias shouted.
Matteo lifted his head.
“No. They’ll have it covered.”
Leo was crying now.
Quietly.
Hazel held his face.
“Look at me.”
He did.
“We’re going to play a game.”
“What game?”
“Stay as small as possible.”
“I’m already small.”
Despite everything, Hazel almost laughed.
“Yes, you are.”
Matteo looked at his son.
“You stay with your mom.”
Leo nodded.
Matteo’s expression changed at the trust in that small movement.
Then he stood just enough to look through a broken window.
Tobias grabbed his coat.
“Don’t.”
Matteo ducked as another shot came.
“Three shooters.”
“Four,” Caleb said.
Everyone looked at him.
Caleb pointed toward the catwalk.
“Victor always uses a second angle.”
Matteo stared.
“How do you know?”
Caleb swallowed.
“Because I’ve been working for him.”
Hazel’s blood went cold.
“What?”
Caleb looked at her.
“Not because I wanted to.”
“Then why?”
“He found me two years ago.”
Matteo’s face hardened.
“How?”
“Someone in Arizona sold my location.”
“Why didn’t you call?”
Caleb laughed bitterly.
“Call who? You? The man everyone thinks killed me?”
Hazel flinched.
Caleb continued.
“Victor showed me photos of Hazel.”
Her breathing stopped.
“What photos?”
“You and Leo. At the beach. The bakery.”
Hazel stared.
“He knew where we were before Tobias walked in?”
Caleb nodded.
The room seemed to tilt.
Matteo’s face became terrifyingly still.
“So Tobias finding them wasn’t what exposed Leo.”
“No.”
“Victor was waiting.”
“Yes.”
“For what?”
Caleb looked at Hazel.
“For Matteo to find you.”
Hazel understood first.
“He wanted us together.”
Caleb nodded.
“So he could use Leo against both of us.”
Another bullet hit the wall.
Tobias fired back.
Matteo grabbed Caleb by the shirt.
“You helped kidnap my son.”
“I was the only reason they didn’t hurt him.”
“You expect me to thank you?”
“No.”
Caleb’s voice broke.
“I expect you to hate me. I just needed Hazel’s boy alive long enough for me to get him out.”
Hazel looked at her brother.
“Why didn’t you run with Leo?”
“I tried. Victor’s men were everywhere.”
Caleb glanced at Matteo.
“He knew you’d come personally.”
Matteo released him.
“What’s his plan?”
“Kill you. Make it look like Moretti retaliation. Then take control of what’s left.”
“That won’t work.”
“It will if he has your financial records.”
Matteo’s eyes narrowed.
Caleb nodded.
“He knows about August’s notebook.”
Hazel closed her eyes.
Of course.
“Does he know where it is?”
“No.”
“Then we still have something he wants.”
Caleb laughed softly.
“That’s why you’re alive.”
Matteo looked at Hazel.
An idea formed between them.
Hazel shook her head.
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I’m thinking.”
“Yes, I do.”
Matteo almost smiled.
“Still reading me.”
“Unfortunately.”
Tobias fired another shot.
“We can flirt later.”
Hazel glared.
“We are not flirting.”
Caleb actually laughed.
The sound was so familiar Hazel almost cried.
Matteo moved closer.
“Victor wants the notebook.”
“Yes.”
“We offer it.”
“No.”
“It gets him closer.”
“And puts you in front of him.”
“That’s the point.”
Hazel’s eyes burned.
“You don’t get to decide alone anymore.”
Matteo froze.
She continued.
“You want to prove you’ve learned something? Then stop treating protection like ownership.”
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then he nodded.
“What do you suggest?”
Hazel breathed out.
It was the first time she could remember Matteo Lombardi asking that question in a crisis.
“We give Victor what he thinks is the notebook.”
Tobias frowned.
“We don’t have it.”
“We don’t need the real one.”
Caleb understood.
“You want to bluff.”
“Yes.”
Matteo looked toward the windows.
“He won’t come in unless he believes it.”
Hazel reached into her bakery tote.
Marlene had shoved it into the SUV before they left.
Inside was Hazel’s daily order book.
Black cover.
Worn edges.
Almost the same dimensions as August’s recipe notebook.
She held it up.
Caleb blinked.
“That might work.”
Matteo stared at her.
“You carry that everywhere?”
“I run a business.”
“You brought bakery inventory to a kidnapping?”
“Marlene packed it.”
Tobias shook his head.
“I like Marlene.”
Gunfire stopped.
Silence descended.
Then Victor’s voice sounded.
“Matteo.”
Matteo looked at Hazel.
She nodded.
He shouted back.
“You want August’s records?”
Silence.
Then Victor laughed.
“You found them?”
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
Matteo opened Hazel’s notebook.
“What was the shell company in Zurich?”
Caleb whispered, “Arno Maritime.”
Matteo shouted, “Arno Maritime.”
Victor became silent.
Hazel whispered, “How did you know that?”
Caleb looked ashamed.
“Victor talks too much when he thinks he’s already won.”
Matteo continued.
“I have every account. Every payment. Every name.”
Victor’s voice hardened.
“Bring it outside.”
“No.”
“You’re not negotiating.”
“I am now.”
A long pause.
“What do you want?”
“Safe passage for Hazel, Leo and Caleb.”
Hazel looked at Matteo sharply.
“And you?” Victor asked.
Matteo smiled without humor.
“I stay.”
Hazel grabbed his arm.
“No.”
Matteo met her eyes.
His expression softened.
“I need him focused on me.”
“No.”
“Hazel.”
She leaned close.
“You do not get to make me watch you sacrifice yourself and call it love.”
Something broke through his composure.
“I don’t know another way.”
“Then learn one.”
Caleb looked toward the catwalk.
“There’s an old service tunnel.”
Everyone turned.
“I saw it when they brought us in.”
“Where?”
“Behind the refrigeration room. It leads toward the water.”
Tobias nodded.
“Could flank them.”
Matteo looked at Hazel.
She held his stare.
“Together.”
He exhaled.
“Together.”
Tobias and two men slipped toward the tunnel.
Caleb stayed.
Hazel kept Leo behind the desk.
Matteo moved toward the center of the building holding the black notebook.
“I’m coming out.”
Victor stepped from behind machinery.
Hazel saw him for the first time in five years.
Older.
Silver hair.
A scar along his jaw.
He looked thinner but not weaker.
Two armed men flanked him.
Victor smiled.
“Hazel.”
She rose slowly.
Matteo hissed, “Stay down.”
Hazel ignored him.
Victor laughed.
“Still doesn’t listen.”
“No,” Hazel said. “That was always Matteo’s problem.”
Victor’s eyes flicked toward her.
That tiny distraction was enough.
Tobias appeared above them on the catwalk.
“Drop them.”
Everything happened at once.
Victor’s men turned.
Caleb lunged.
Matteo moved toward Victor.
Hazel pulled Leo behind cover.
Shots cracked.
One man fell.
The other dropped his weapon.
Victor grabbed Matteo.
A knife flashed.
They crashed into a table.
Hazel screamed.
Caleb ran forward.
Victor slashed at him.
Matteo caught Victor’s wrist.
Years of hatred erupted in brutal silence.
No speeches.
No hesitation.
Then Victor saw Leo.
He shoved Matteo aside and reached toward the boy.
Hazel stepped between them.
Victor stopped.
“Move.”
“No.”
“You think I won’t hurt you?”
Hazel’s voice was steady.
“You already tried five years ago.”
Victor smiled.
“And you still came back.”
“No.”
Hazel glanced at Matteo.
“He came to me.”
Victor’s expression changed.
Behind him, Caleb raised the fallen weapon.
“Victor.”
Victor turned.
Caleb’s hands shook.
“You took five years from us.”
Victor laughed.
“You gave them to me.”
Caleb’s face crumpled.
Then Matteo spoke.
“Don’t.”
Everyone looked at him.
Caleb’s finger remained near the trigger.
Matteo stepped closer.
“If you shoot him now, he owns the rest of your life too.”
Caleb breathed hard.
Victor smiled.
“You’ve gone soft.”
Matteo looked at Hazel.
“No.”
His gaze shifted to Leo.
“I learned what matters.”
Police sirens sounded outside.
Victor’s expression collapsed.
Hazel blinked.
“Police?”
Tobias smiled faintly.
“Federal agents.”
Matteo looked at him.
“You called them?”
“No.”
Caleb lowered the weapon.
“I did.”
Everyone stared.
Caleb reached inside his coat and removed a small recording device.
“I’ve been collecting evidence for eight months.”
Victor’s face changed.
Caleb smiled through tears.
“You taught me addicts are useful because nobody believes them.”
Agents flooded the cannery.
Victor tried to run.
He made it three steps.
Then he was on the floor in handcuffs.
Hazel grabbed Leo.
Matteo stood beside them, bleeding from one forearm.
Leo looked at the wound.
“You’re hurt.”
Matteo glanced down.
“I’ve had worse.”
Leo frowned.
“Mom says people who say that are annoying.”
Hazel closed her eyes.
Caleb laughed.
Matteo looked at her.
“You say that?”
“Frequently.”
For the first time since the nightmare began, Matteo smiled.
A real one.
Then Leo held out his hand.
Matteo looked at it.
The boy waited.
Slowly, Matteo took it.
Hazel watched the feared Chicago boss kneel beside his five-year-old son while federal agents led Victor away.
For the first time, she allowed herself to believe they might all make it out alive.
But surviving Victor was not the same thing as healing what Matteo had done.
And Hazel was not going to confuse the two.
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