LOGINAfter all, Luca never looked at price tags when he helped Elena restock the mafia's medical supplies. Despite Lucilla's blunt practicality, she would only ever recommend the most expensive places to get brunch with Elena. And even Jill, who had confided how odd her position as a don's wife was, woul
Massimo resisted the urge to yell. After all, any sound of violence might attract the lone employee's attention—or that of any commuters walking by the glass windows. So instead, Massimo whispered as furiously as he could."So the FBI just has security footage of the most damning parts of our entire
Meanwhile in California, Elena and her parents were finishing up breakfast when there was a knock at the door. Despite the early hour, Elena had a sinking suspicion she knew who it was. She let Noah open the door this time."Good morning, little bro," Cameron greeted enthusiastically.The well-dress
Massimo didn't have time to object to Luca's proposal. Suddenly, more CO2 alarms were going off. Massimo couldn't mistake that shrill noise—not when it sounded like it was coming from the whole building.Last time, Luca had hacked into the alarms, he had only targeted one area. From the sounds of it
"Did you hear that?" one man asked. "It sounded like it came from here.""Isn't that room supposed to be locked?" another asked.Massimo heard three sets of rapidly approaching footsteps. They couldn't enter this room. Otherwise, Massimo would be screwed.He'd get arrested. He'd doom the mafia. And
"On it," Luca quickly replied. "There's a CO2 alarm nearby where the guard is stationed, right?"Massimo quickly glanced out from his hiding space. "Looks like it," he stated."Perfect."Before Massimo could ask any follow up questions, the CO2 alarm by the security booth started loudly beeping and
But most shockingly of all, Massimo didn't complain. He didn't even frown—well, no more than usual. He looked as comfortable sitting in his business class seat as he did sitting in his private jet.Elena didn't comment on any of this though. She didn't want to be rude.But, privately, Elena reflecte
There were several dishes already on display at the table—several of which she recognized as delicious dishes she had during her previous stay at the estate. She fondly recalled taking pictures of salads and seafood and small finger sandwiches and then texting them to her husband. He seemed surprise
Elena laughed. She hadn't realized how well Massimo had gotten at telling jokes, but he had seriously improved his delivery."What would you do?" Massimo insisted.It was only once Elena noticed Massimo's intense stare that he realized the question was serious."I would divorce him," Elena said simp
There was another knock at the door. This time it was louder.At the same moment Elena dropped her arms, so did Massimo. In practically the same breath, they pulled apart. Wordlessly, they both put on one of the Grand Mermaid Hotel's complementary robes and headed to the door.Massimo opened the doo







