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
Massimo thought back to his terrible dates with Aria. Hadn't she seemed different? Wasn't texting her for a while like texting a completely different person?Later, Aria had managed to mimic Massimo's wife's original text style. But she hadn't started with it. She hadn't sent nearly enough messages
There were several dishes already on display at the table—several of which she recognized as delicious dishes she had during her previous stay at the estate. She fondly recalled taking pictures of salads and seafood and small finger sandwiches and then texting them to her husband. He seemed surprise
Elena laughed. She hadn't realized how well Massimo had gotten at telling jokes, but he had seriously improved his delivery."What would you do?" Massimo insisted.It was only once Elena noticed Massimo's intense stare that he realized the question was serious."I would divorce him," Elena said simp
The next day, Massimo had breakfast with Fabio. He was slightly surprised his grandfather had agreed to meet with him when Massimo called—especially after Massimo clarified it had nothing to do with work.They ate a light meal in silence at the Ferraro estate's dining room. Massimo was regretting di







