MasukFor the next five minutes, the only sound was that of Luca vigorously striking keys. Then he muttered a quick, "Yes!" and smiled. He turned the screen so that Massimo could better see it."We're in," Luca reported. "Only temporarily, of course—we've got fifteen minutes maximum."Massimo scanned the
"You know what," Massimo said into his cell phone, forcing his tone to stay casual. "You should clean up your place before you go anywhere.""I suppose I could be more thorough," Luca replied. "I don't like how much dust gets caught on the window's curtains.""Better to take care of that before alle
Massimo heard a car approach. He rushed to the windows, hoping that Elena had called a cab.But he didn't see a cab. Instead, he saw a nondescript black van pull up next to a nearby telephone pole. Massimo frowned.It didn't have any of the usual signage, but Massimo could recognize a repurposed FBI
Elena was so frustrated. Because this was the problem, wasn't it? How was she supposed to trust Massimo when he had been lying and sneaking around behind her back?Wasn't that just what her parents used to do? Wasn't Tyler using similarly ridiculous schemes—albeit with more force—to get her at his s
Elena tried to change directions but found herself at a dead end. Worst of all, the aisles were too cramped for her to slip by her step-mother. There was no way to avoid the woman."Are you ready to leave?"Elena hadn't been ready to hear that deep, steady voice again, but between Massimo and her st
Massimo stared at the fuel gauge, as if that would change the fact that the motorcycle didn't have much gas left. At least the damn thing beeped before it was completely empty—getting stranded on a deserted street with no easy way home truly would be the worst way to end this evening-into-morning ad
"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
Elena frowned. After everything, the small church of St. Mary's was empty? Had her mystery husband really kicked up such a fuss only to stand her up once again.Her phone buzzed. Elena wanted to scream. She knew the text message would be another excuse from her husband—and she wasn't in the mood to
"At once, sir." With a small bow, Luca departed.Elena furrowed her brow. "I assume you're trying to secure connections and allies then?"Massimo nodded. He pulled up a few documents on his computers about the local mafia families—it wouldn't hurt to study up on them before the meetings."What can I
"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







