Masuk"Flight 123 to Los Angeles, California is now boarding all passengers," the agent at the gate announced over the loud speakers. "Again, Flight 123 to Los Angeles, California is now boarding all passengers at gate G12."Elena hurriedly grabbed her suitcase and headed to the gate. Her plane was boardi
Massimo moved to follow after Elena's retreating form, but he was immediately stopped by a security guard."Sir, you need to wait in line—""Not now," Massimo cut him off firmly. He tried to move around the guard, but the man just shifted his position, continuing to block Massimo's path."I need to
"I need help finding Elena," Massimo told them both, keeping the situation vague. They didn't need to know more than that to do their jobs. The second they told him they'd do their best, Massimo hung up.Of course, Massimo would be searching for Elena himself. And he knew the importance of speed in
Elena couldn't believe it. She was in a cab headed straight to the airport. She had debated taking the bus and making a few transfers, but that seemed more than a little impractical with her suitcase.Besides, as her mother pointed out, taking public transportation would take longer. And time wasn't
She hurried to answer it. After all, Sloane usually texted before she called—she knew Elena's schedule as a mafia doctor meant she kept odd hours. Given the chaos of the last twenty-four hours alone, Elena's mind easily started picturing disasters Sloane might be suffering from."Hello?" Elena immed
A few hours earlier, Elena waited in her bedroom at the Ferraro estate. She knew she needed to talk to Massimo, but that task felt impossible. Though she had first entered the estate with a clear goal in mind—confront her boss about his secret identity as her mystery husband and have him go over eve
But then she grabbed her medical bag at a much more familiar, hurried speed and opened the door. She smiled—it was a tight, fake smile."Anyone I should help first?" Elena asked quickly."No," Massimo said simply. "They're all dead."As he saw the smile waver on Elena's face, he realized that wasn't
Elena ignored Massimo's phone. Luca had said backup was on their way—Massimo's subordinates were probably texting him updates. She wasn't surprised someone was trying to reach the Don of All Dons in the middle of this deadly gunfight.Elena waited for her husband to text her back. She stared at her
"We can save your real first time for later, yeah?" Those words still ran through Elena's head like a broken record. She could still feel the stains of what they'd done in her drenched underlayers.Weren't they both on the same page? Didn't Max want a real marriage—a real partnership with Elena?Bu
"The one studying to become a doctor?" Elena asked.Lucilla nodded. "Yes, she's—"Footsteps pounded on the ground. Lucilla rolled her eyes in fond annoyance."You can meet the little shit herself," she muttered.Lucilla's sister could've been her twin—just shrunken down and not filled out in all the







