LOGINFor 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
So this was her mystery husband! He had actually come to see her!Elena eagerly hugged him. "I'm so happy you're here.""So am I," Tyler replied evenly.He easily picked up Elena by her waist and carried her onto the white sofa. He sat Elena down there, fixing her position like she was a doll. Elena
Massimo didn't respond. He walked deeper into his office. There was a phone tracking device he quickly powered on—if he could keep Tyler talking, Massimo would be able to trace where the devil was calling from."It's very simple," Tyler continued. "Just pick which woman you want to rescue—your wife
Elena looked around the courtroom, hoping to see Massimo.Instead, she saw that the audience was mostly filled with reporters and journalists. But those who weren't clearly with the press weren't even recognizable to Elena—which meant there were no mafia members watching.That struck Elena as odd. T
A part of her wanted to sneak something simple—surely Tyler's cameras weren't perfect, were they? A small can of tomatoes could easily be hidden within her sleeves. Elena knew if she could eat and build up her strength, she stood a better chance of escaping.But there was also the chance Tyler harme







