INICIAR SESIÓNElena’s POVI let go of Massimo’s wrist as he steps into the passage. He follows the woman without looking back, and I hurry after them, still trying to find a way to finish what I wanted to say.I am shocked to find Benito is waiting in the courtyard with two men.“Boss.”He comes towards us immediately, examining Massimo before turning briefly to me.“We came as soon as you called.”So he remembered Benito’s number after all. I don’t know when he called or how long he had been awake while I slept. And he didn’t even bother letting me know.“Get the things from the room,” Massimo tells one of the men.I turn to go with him, but Massimo stops me.“He’ll bring your bag.”“All right.”I stay beside him while he speaks to Benito. They lower their voices, and I catch nothing beyond a question about the airport. The woman stands nearby, holding the keys, so I thank her before following them towards the gate.Two cars are parked outside. Benito opens the rear door of the first one, and Mass
Massimo’s POV“You cannot be serious.”“No, hear me out,” I say.“No. I don’t need to hear you out.”Elena sets the plate aside so abruptly that the fork falls onto the floor. She doesn’t reach for it. Instead, she lets out a laugh, pressing her fingers against her forehead.“Oh God, I’m so stupid.”“Elena.”“I trusted you, Massimo.”I stop speaking. Her voice breaks on my name, and I have to remind myself that she hasn’t let me finish. Whatever she thinks I am about to say, she has already decided what it means.“Please just listen to me for once.”“I don’t need to hear anything from you. You gave me your word. You said I could leave.”“And you can.”“Then why are you changing things?”She gets up, her face flushed with anger. I reach towards her, but she steps back so quickly that I lower my hand.“So that was why you were trying to paint my father as some evil man? You wanted me to believe I had nowhere safe to go?”“That is not what I said.”“You don’t even know him.”She is tremb
Elena’s POV“Let’s just forget we ever had this discussion, Elena.”I sigh in frustration, but inside, I am grateful this uncomfortable talk about my father is over. I know I want an explanation for all these mishaps. I want an explanation for what Ines did and for what she said about my father. But Ines was nothing but an evil liar. Only God knows the reason she did what she did, and it has nothing to do with my father.I raise my head as I notice Massimo stride towards me. He stops a few feet from the bed.“Come here.”My eyes widen at the command.“Your dress. The zip needs fixing.”I swallow. How did he notice that from there? He is always so observant. I had been struggling with it, but I didn’t think he was paying attention.I wipe my hands with the napkin and set my food aside before getting up. As I approach him, I become painfully aware of how much bigger he is than me. His broad shoulders fill my view, and through his partly unbuttoned shirt, I can see the firm muscles of hi
Massimo's POV“My father loved me, Massimo,” Elena shrieks. “You make it sound like he was helping them hide something from me.”“I’m not questioning whether he loved you, Elena. I’m questioning whether he did something he wasn't supposed to do.”She puts her fork down. “He warned me not to come back. He knew something about this place was going to be bad for me.”“And you are not even slightly curious about how your father suddenly managed to become an accurate prophet of doom?”She glares at me, and I have never seen her this angry. Then I watch the anger drain out of her.“Massimo, I would never disrespect your family. Do not disrespect mine,” she says.I nod. She is right. No matter what, strangers don’t get to meddle with family.Besides, if I am being truthful, all of this is my fault.I officially became a Don at sixteen. Before then, I had been managing my father’s business under my uncle’s supervision. I took down my first man at eleven. I learned early what happened when I le
Elena’s POVI am sitting across from Massimo at the restaurant, trying to concentrate on my food while he smiles at me. His shirt stretches across his chest as he leans forward, and I find myself staring instead of listening to whatever he is saying.Then the sky darkens.I look up, confused by how quickly the light has changed. When I turn back, Ines is standing behind him with the men from the warehouse.“Massimo.”He is still smiling.I try to warn him, but one of the men raises a gun. The shot is so loud that I scream before I see the blood spreading across Massimo’s shirt.“No! Please!”I reach for him, but someone drags me away from the table. I struggle, screaming his name while Ines stands there watching.“Please, let me go to him. Please!”“Elena. Wake up!”I can hear Massimo, but I cannot see where his voice is coming from. He is still in the chair, his head bent, blood soaking his shirt.“Wake up, Elena!”Someone shakes me hard enough that my eyes fly open. There are hands
Massimo’s POVThe journey in the van goes on for an hour, and that is enough time for me to ponder why I didn’t think of coming with my men. Maybe because I just wanted to have a normal dinner with Elena. One where gunmen wouldn’t be hovering around over our heads. I guess that’s impossible for someone like me.When the van stops, I tighten my hold on Elena.“Wait,” I mumble.She settles against me again while I listen. The engine is still running, but I can hear another vehicle somewhere nearby and a man speaking to the driver.I ease the hay away from my face. We have stopped beside a small roadside stall. Beyond it, there are fields, a few scattered buildings and bright light.I touch Elena’s shoulder and point towards the tailgate.“Quietly.”She nods. I climb down first, then lift her out, keeping her close until the van pulls away. Neither of us speaks as its rear lights disappear around a bend.Elena brushes hay from her dress.“Where are we?”“I don’t know yet.”She looks along
Massimo's POV"No,you can’t… you can’t do this…" Viktor shrieks.Over the last few years I had known this day would come. The day when I would have the last of Spain’s most feared dons VIcktor cowering before me on the top of my three-storey building torture house right in the middle of the busies
Elena’s POVI arrived in Valencia yesterday and the first thing I had to do this morning was come to my garden but what is before me right now is beyond heartbreaking. My Valencia garden is dying.This is where my love for plants started. I planted some of these with my dad when I was seven and ove
Elena’s POV.“Traveling to 'Valencia' is a bad idea, Elena!” My best friend Ingrid yells.Something is wrong with me. And I have known this for a while although I tried to fight it at first but I have since learned that this is how I am, my nature.I love being told what to do, being obedient. I lov
Massimo’s POVI burst through the door.And then I find myself in a poorly lit alley. The cold night rushes in, hitting me sharply like a slap. The alley stretches in front of me, deserted and for a moment I see nothing.Then my phone is already in my hand."Don?""Lock down every road leaving Marb
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