LOGINAfter all, Luca never looked at price tags when he helped Elena restock the mafia's medical supplies. Despite Lucilla's blunt practicality, she would only ever recommend the most expensive places to get brunch with Elena. And even Jill, who had confided how odd her position as a don's wife was, woul
Massimo resisted the urge to yell. After all, any sound of violence might attract the lone employee's attention—or that of any commuters walking by the glass windows. So instead, Massimo whispered as furiously as he could."So the FBI just has security footage of the most damning parts of our entire
Meanwhile in California, Elena and her parents were finishing up breakfast when there was a knock at the door. Despite the early hour, Elena had a sinking suspicion she knew who it was. She let Noah open the door this time."Good morning, little bro," Cameron greeted enthusiastically.The well-dress
Massimo didn't have time to object to Luca's proposal. Suddenly, more CO2 alarms were going off. Massimo couldn't mistake that shrill noise—not when it sounded like it was coming from the whole building.Last time, Luca had hacked into the alarms, he had only targeted one area. From the sounds of it
"Did you hear that?" one man asked. "It sounded like it came from here.""Isn't that room supposed to be locked?" another asked.Massimo heard three sets of rapidly approaching footsteps. They couldn't enter this room. Otherwise, Massimo would be screwed.He'd get arrested. He'd doom the mafia. And
"On it," Luca quickly replied. "There's a CO2 alarm nearby where the guard is stationed, right?"Massimo quickly glanced out from his hiding space. "Looks like it," he stated."Perfect."Before Massimo could ask any follow up questions, the CO2 alarm by the security booth started loudly beeping and
There was another knock at the door. This time it was louder.At the same moment Elena dropped her arms, so did Massimo. In practically the same breath, they pulled apart. Wordlessly, they both put on one of the Grand Mermaid Hotel's complementary robes and headed to the door.Massimo opened the doo
"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







