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
Massimo phoned a taxi cab for wife. She had been insisting on many last minute dates for over a week now. His patience for Aria's antics was running out.But he knew she had been trying. Despite showing up to his work every day, she hadn't stopped him from getting any work done. She was just always
Fabio drank from one of the French tea cups slowly. "This must be very important," he said. "You almost never ask for my advice—and never in person."Massimo didn't let a single emotion show on his face. He needed to be strictly professional in front of his grandfather."I want to divorce my wife,"
Elena wanted to beam at how excellently her boss had handled the situation—by bringing his personal doctor and offering her availability for emergencies, he had both shown off his generosity and called Tyler's preparations into question. But Elena didn't have the time to spare.She needed to be comp
Massimo's voice had almost sounded afraid.Elena quickly got dressed, grabbed her medical bag, and caught a taxi to the Ferraro estate. It was eerily quiet as she ran through the mansion. She didn't see a single mafia man or servant.Elena opened the doors to Massimo's office and was greeted by a gr







