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
Elena frowned. After everything, the small church of St. Mary's was empty? Had her mystery husband really kicked up such a fuss only to stand her up once again.Her phone buzzed. Elena wanted to scream. She knew the text message would be another excuse from her husband—and she wasn't in the mood to
Massimo checked his watch. It would take a few minutes to get to the next don's estate. Massimo pulled up his phone and called Gavino."Boss," Gavino greeted cheerily—he must not have heard about Tyler's visit to New York. "How goes, sir?""It'd go better if you had some good news," Massimo replied.
Elena stepped back and looked at the list she and Massimo had created. Every name was a possible suspect—someone who had the financial means, extra subordinates, or insider knowledge to help Tyler pull of his latest stunt. Elena didn't like how quickly she and Massimo had finished this list.With do
Elena frowned as she looked back at the black cloth, trying to figure out any details about her husband. It was a fruitless effort. It seemed all she would learn about her husband today was his name."Is that bad?" Max asked. His voice was deep—incredibly deep—which made it difficult to figure out w







