The don glanced briefly at Elena before studying his servants."You can all leave the estate now. You're fired."That got them to protest—the beginnings of apologies and excuses started to tumble out. But Don Massimo wasn't swayed."Are you going to leave on your own or get dragged out by security?"
Having gotten dressed into her suit, Elena went to look for her boss. She was hopeful she could get something close to a work schedule for at least the next week if she stood her ground. Which would be hard, considering that just standing up made her head spin, but Elena was nothing if not resourcef
Massimo grabbed Elena's sleeping form and laid her comfortably on the guest bed. She had dealt with enough today. No point adding to her problems with an awkward sleeping position.Now that he was certain Elena would pull through, Massimo could admit that his doctor had once again managed to impress
Elena swallowed hard. "Anesthesia please."As Massimo gathered his tools, Elena thought back to her early years with the rest of her family.Her father would often come back from work with some kind of injury. Normally just scrapes and bruises, but bullet wounds were not unheard of. When Matteo was
As Elena blinked her eyes open, she saw Massimo's men dragging away the traitor, Don Conti—who wasn't moving at all. The band was playing again, though no one was dancing. Everyone near Elena had already moved, and they gave Massimo a similar wide berth.She struggled to lift her upper body from the
"Anything?" Massimo repeated.His tone made Elena regret the offer, but she still nodded her head anyways. This was the path she had chosen for herself, and she wouldn't be swayed."Would you cut off your fingers for me? Whore yourself out to any man I point at tonight? Put a bullet between your par