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
Elena waited anxiously back at her apartment to return home. She knew Aria would have questions, and Elena wanted to get them over and done with as soon as possible.Elena sighed. She had really done her best to keep her civilian and mafia lives completely separate. Yet, somehow, her best friend had
Elena couldn't possibly regret going on this double date more than she already did.The night started off reasonably well. The four were seated at a nice, small and secluded table at Bouna Notte. Massimo had already taken care of the menu—apparently, they were doing courses and therefore didn't have
Elena looks between Joshua and Massimo. She really hadn't planned on them ever meeting—let alone Massimo recognizing Joshua!Which led to the unfortunate circumstance where Massimo would assume Joshua was Elena's husband. Elena really wished she hadn't blurted out his name so long ago.Elena debated
Elena knew she had a nasty habit of throwing herself into her work whenever anything went wrong. But it was easy to avoid her roommate under the guise of odd work shifts. Plus, Massimo really was keeping her busy!And it wasn't that Elena had a good reason to avoid her roommate—in fact, Elena knew s







