LOGINFor 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
"I want you to understand that I'm in a... precarious situation," Elena explained. "My family, the Vitales, largely consider me a traitor because I've chosen to work for Don Massimo Ferraro—and he provides a fair amount of protection to me because of our working arrangements. I'm both at my safest a
Elena didn't flinch. She wouldn't give Consigliere Leo, one of Tyler Morello's top advisors, the satisfaction. Instead, she kept her mouth in a tight line as he sat next to her."They should start manually counting each kill now," Leo continued, oblivious to Elena's discomfort. Or maybe he was all t
"Don't move," Massimo breathed out. He kept a hand on his pistol, deadly still, while his other hand blocked Elena from moving forward.The movement caught a few of the wolves' attention. Their eyes snapped to follow the trailing of his fingers.Fuck.These wolves were extremely eager for a fight. W
The second they're out of the woods, Elena insists on retiring to her bedroom. She doesn't think she can handle pretending to be the Mafia Queen for another few hours on top of all the excitement they've dealt with.Elena is grateful that Massimo insisted on redesigning the entire building. He had n

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