Chapter 4
The danger never truly went away.
The rival family who had tried to kill Marco grew bolder.
They attacked shipments. Threatened people. Plotted again.
Mr. Moretti protected me. Protected my mother.
But I was no longer seven years old.
I grew strong. Sharp. Aware.
One evening, I overheard two men talking near the gate.
"Next time... there will be no cake to drop. And no little girl to get in the way."
My blood ran cold.
They were planning another attempt.
I ran inside. Straight to Mr. Moretti.
He listened. His face hardened.
"You are brave, Anna," he said. "But you must stay out of this. It is too dangerous."
"They will try again," I said. "And they will not make the same mistake twice."
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Mr. Moretti looked at me. Really looked at me.
"You have grown into a remarkable young woman," he said. "And you are right. We must be ready."
