Masuk"Flight 123 to Los Angeles, California is now boarding all passengers," the agent at the gate announced over the loud speakers. "Again, Flight 123 to Los Angeles, California is now boarding all passengers at gate G12."Elena hurriedly grabbed her suitcase and headed to the gate. Her plane was boardi
Massimo moved to follow after Elena's retreating form, but he was immediately stopped by a security guard."Sir, you need to wait in line—""Not now," Massimo cut him off firmly. He tried to move around the guard, but the man just shifted his position, continuing to block Massimo's path."I need to
"I need help finding Elena," Massimo told them both, keeping the situation vague. They didn't need to know more than that to do their jobs. The second they told him they'd do their best, Massimo hung up.Of course, Massimo would be searching for Elena himself. And he knew the importance of speed in
Elena couldn't believe it. She was in a cab headed straight to the airport. She had debated taking the bus and making a few transfers, but that seemed more than a little impractical with her suitcase.Besides, as her mother pointed out, taking public transportation would take longer. And time wasn't
She hurried to answer it. After all, Sloane usually texted before she called—she knew Elena's schedule as a mafia doctor meant she kept odd hours. Given the chaos of the last twenty-four hours alone, Elena's mind easily started picturing disasters Sloane might be suffering from."Hello?" Elena immed
A few hours earlier, Elena waited in her bedroom at the Ferraro estate. She knew she needed to talk to Massimo, but that task felt impossible. Though she had first entered the estate with a clear goal in mind—confront her boss about his secret identity as her mystery husband and have him go over eve
"I want you to understand that I'm in a... precarious situation," Elena explained. "My family, the Vitales, largely consider me a traitor because I've chosen to work for Don Massimo Ferraro—and he provides a fair amount of protection to me because of our working arrangements. I'm both at my safest a
"I want you to practice using this system," Massimo said. "You're doing this for the next two hours straight—you need to string together a natural conversation within seconds. Otherwise, this won't work."Luca released a silent sigh. His eyes did not hide his displease. "If that's what you want, Don
Massimo ran over to Fabio, using every bit of the old man's training to get there in mere seconds."Massimo," Fabio greeted, "this party is—"The old geezer was grabbed firmly and harshly pulled away from Elena's impending collision. Of course, the old bastard started swearing and kicking up a fuss,
"Mom," Elena said seriously, "what do you mean by that?""I mean that the Ferraro's winter party is going to be dangerous!" Sloane exploded.It was clear from her tone and expression that Sloane was terrified and worked up from being terrified. She fidgeted with her hands. Elena wondered if Sloane a







