Se connecterFor 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
Elena got to her apartment, thoroughly exhausted. While her shoulder had healed up, the pain hadn't fully left, yet Elena would be leaving New York for Las Vegas.How could her boss want her to go on a business trip with him already? Why would he even need a doctor for this trip? Massimo really want
Massimo sunk under the water, thoughts drifting to his wife. She talked about the most trivial, useless things. Anyone else reading her messages about food and films and the color of wallpaper and the odd views she saw from her hotel room would surely find them tedious.Yet Massimo enjoyed them.It
"Anything?" Massimo repeated.His tone made Elena regret the offer, but she still nodded her head anyways. This was the path she had chosen for herself, and she wouldn't be swayed."Would you cut off your fingers for me? Whore yourself out to any man I point at tonight? Put a bullet between your par
One day, Elena would not be money-motivated, but that would be after she paid off her $700,000 in student loans. For now, she recognized that having an extra $50,000 towards that debt and her additional living expenses was too good to pass up.Not that her boss really gave her much of a choice.The







