Massimo hadn't had much of an appetite this past week, but he still sat down at the dinning room table and tried to eat. The expertly cooked tuna and fresh cob salad looked like prison food.But Massimo knew if Elena was here, she would be chiding him and insisting that he still had to eat. So Massi
Massimo rushed out of the mafia meeting. Luca had texted him an important update—his men had found the license plate and tracked down the car Tyler had driven away Elena and Aria in. Massimo had only been cautious plugging in the address correctly in his car's GPS.In everything else, Massimo priori
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
Elena woke up on the white apartment alone. Despite only remembering being with Tyler moment's ago in the living room, she was in her bed.Elena felt drunk. She didn't remember drinking—but maybe she had? Her memories felt jumbled and out of focus.She tried to get out of the bed, stumbling as she d
Tyler tapped his signature cane on the floor with a wink and a smile. "I'm just stopping by to say hello. Please, don't let me interrupt your fun.""You're not allowed in the state of New York without my express permission," Massimo gritted out. "Permission which I never gave you.""Yes, of course,"
Massimo couldn't believe his eyes. The basement was bare stone, but every wall was covered in photographs. Pictures of Elena, Aria, and himself.Some were taken discretely from outside the window of his office. Others were from Elena's time working at the Ferraro's hospital. And there were plenty of