Mag-log inAfter 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
"Witness protection?" Elena echoed. "When—how—why—"Joshua squeezed her hand again. "I'll pull some strings. You're a civilian, Elena—I'm not going to sit back and watch a crime boss try to kill you."As her senses returned, Elena pulled back her hand. She shook her head."I can't," she insisted."E
Unfortunately, Elena wouldn't let that be the end of it."You're not choosing anything," Elena complained."We've picked out plenty of presents already," Massimo stated."No," Elena chided, "I've made suggestions and you've blindly agreed to them. You haven't picked out anything yourself."Massimo k
Luca looked at the receipts and nodded. "I'll get these processed later tonight.""Thanks. Oh, and while I have you, do you have any idea what to expect for the business meeting this Tuesday?""Injuries caused by bullets, knives, or explosives," Luca listed off. "Though it's more likely you'll be ne
Elena panicked.Truth be told, she didn't know her husband's name. His signature on the marriage certificate was worse than hers, truly becoming outright illegible. She had seen what looked like a large cursive "M" but that was all she could make out.And Mr. Fabio normally just called him "brat" or







