Mag-log in"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
"Then it's the only thing that isn't a huge problem," Massimo sulked.Elena sat down next to him. "What's bothering you?""The Contis keep pushing for more and more power," Massimo admitted. "That lucky number nonsense was made up on the spot to make us look bad. And why would anyone bring up the la
"I wouldn't know. I never went on one.""Really?" Elena couldn't help but be surprised. "Not even for mafia business?""My parents were dead at that point," Massimo explained bluntly. "And my grandfather wisely decided having other dons visit us was less dangerous. Of course I traveled by plane for
As Massimo's lawyer finished speaking, everyone in the court fell silent. Elena couldn't blame anyone—the idea that the Mafia King hadn't tried to kill her but save her was something no one would ordinarily expect."Think about," Mr. Barbieri continued. "Really think about it! You're surrounded in a
"It looks ridiculous," Massimo observed."Good," Elena replied. "Parties should never be too serious.""I've been to plenty of mafia parties," Massimo continued, "and none of them looked like this.""Those aren't parties—they're meetings," Elena corrected. "They're for business. This is just for fun







