Mag-log inMassimo was impressed. Lucilla must have despised having to testify against Massimo—and by extension, the mafia—in order to protect her father. So she made sure such a situation wouldn't happened again, at least not without plenty of warning.She really was a resourceful woman. No wonder Elena had b
Massimo was finishing up mafia work when Lucilla Abano stopped by."Your advisor, Consigliere Luca, let me in," Lucilla explained, "but if you're busy, I can return later."Maybe a few months ago, Massimo would've taken the easy escape and sent Lucilla away—but that was back when she had tried to fl
"Well, if he's not exhibiting any symptoms, I can't do anything about that," Elena said slowly. She turned to JJ. "Your ears are good, so I'll be checking your eyes now, okay?"Elena had just turned on the pen light when Jack immediately began protesting."You can't shine a light that bright into a
Though Elena was a little unnerved, she did her best to hide her surprise. Though Jack had seemingly doubted Elena's expertise, he had apparently specifically requested her to do his son's yearly physical—maybe he didn't agree with his parents' views as much as he appeared to?Elena looked down at t
"No," Noah said, rising quickly and grabbing his jacket. "Even if I would stoop to such unprofessional behavior, it's Elena's first day of work tomorrow—which she told you already. So if you'll excuse me, my family and I will be leaving now—good night."There was some grumbling but as Noah helped Sl
Elena didn't know what to say. Sloane just looked at Elena sadly and shook her head."I don't... we didn't expect anything less," Sloane said slowly, her voice choking up a little. "Noah said he didn't care—that he'd wait as long as it took for them to come around—but I think we both knew what the r
As the party got underway, Elena paid close attention to the members of the Abano family. While the Abano estate wasn't anywhere near as grand as the Ferraro estate, they did have a beautiful ballroom. There was even a second floor that had a cut away in the center of its floor—making it great for s
"So you want the white picket fence dream," Massimo stated."What's wrong with that?" Elena asked defensively."Nothing.""No, tell me what alternative life you would want, Mister Man of Adventure," Elena insisted. "Since the cozy life is too good for you, please, enlighten me to your ways."Massimo
"Not to mention that Gavino had to dig for this information," Massimo added. "It pisses me off.""Should we try to get closer?" Luca offered. "You probably won't be able to get inside, but with how quiet the place has been, I might be—"Massimo straightened his spine. "Repeat that," he ordered."Par
Massimo checked his watch. It would take a few minutes to get to the next don's estate. Massimo pulled up his phone and called Gavino."Boss," Gavino greeted cheerily—he must not have heard about Tyler's visit to New York. "How goes, sir?""It'd go better if you had some good news," Massimo replied.







