ログインFor 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 couldn't believe his eyes. The basement was bare stone, but every wall was covered in photographs. Pictures of Elena, Aria, and himself.Some were taken discretely from outside the window of his office. Others were from Elena's time working at the Ferraro's hospital. And there were plenty of
"Don Massimo," Luca called seriously. "I said that Joshua Millers—""Yes, yes," Massimo said dismissively. "We can figure out what to do about that later.""Massimo," Luca repeated, "you spent days at that dock asking after two women who went missing. That means there's plenty of civilians who could
Massimo rushed out of the mafia meeting. Luca had texted him an important update—his men had found the license plate and tracked down the car Tyler had driven away Elena and Aria in. Massimo had only been cautious plugging in the address correctly in his car's GPS.In everything else, Massimo priori
Elena woke up on the white apartment alone. Despite only remembering being with Tyler moment's ago in the living room, she was in her bed.Elena felt drunk. She didn't remember drinking—but maybe she had? Her memories felt jumbled and out of focus.She tried to get out of the bed, stumbling as she d







