MasukFor 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
That caught Massimo's attention. "Luca, take note of the layout of all these buildings—and even this outdoor area," he ordered.Elena raised an eyebrow. "Are you looking for something?" Elena asked."We thought this might be a trial run for our response time, but what if it's a trial run for somethi
Or the Mafia King for that matter. This work of talking to not even dons but capos was below Luca's level, and it's not like Massimo had a shortage of his own capos that he could give these assignments to.By the third day of the trip, Elena was sure Massimo had arranged all this just to personally
"Joshua," Elena replied slowly. "Yes, it is a surprise to see you as well."Elena knew Joshua was a respected prosecutor, but she knew he wasn't nearly wealthy enough to rent a room at this expensive hotel casually. And why would he, when he presumably had a house or apartment nearby?She also knew
But Elena can't focus on any of that. She's suddenly reminded of every childhood memory of walking back home with Joshua. As just a kid, she hadn't questioned why Joshua sometimes insisted on stopping at food trucks to stall their inevitable parting—she just had enjoyed those extra stolen moments.B







