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
As the party got underway, Elena paid close attention to the members of the Abano family. While the Abano estate wasn't anywhere near as grand as the Ferraro estate, they did have a beautiful ballroom. There was even a second floor that had a cut away in the center of its floor—making it great for s
"So you want the white picket fence dream," Massimo stated."What's wrong with that?" Elena asked defensively."Nothing.""No, tell me what alternative life you would want, Mister Man of Adventure," Elena insisted. "Since the cozy life is too good for you, please, enlighten me to your ways."Massimo
Massimo held off a curse as his own phone started to ring. He quickly moved to silence it, but then it just switched to loudly buzzing."Do you need to take that?" Elena asked innocently—completely unaware that she was the cause of Massimo's frustration.He couldn't answer Elena's call in front of h
The flight back home was thankfully uneventful. Elena and Massimo were able to return to the Ferraro estate without issue.But, of course, as soon as they arrived there, Massimo wanted to hear an update from his second-in-command. Elena stood faithfully nearby—if there was any issue that arose durin



![Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel]](https://www.goodnovel.com/pcdist/src/assets/images/book/43949cad-default_cover.png)



