Masuk"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
Elena was relieved. Helping Massimo shop for his wife was way more pleasant than what she had feared Massimo was going to propose."Of course, Don Massimo," Elena said. "I'd be delighted to.""Luca has a few assignments for you to get through first," Massimo reminded her. "Once you're done with him,
He was a mechanic, so he must be well-built. His hands would probably be calloused but gentle—he certainly picked his words carefully, so it would make sense that his actions would be precise, too.He was probably a touch old-fashioned, so maybe he'd wear a proper suit. And maybe, just maybe, he'd w
"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







