Mag-log inFor 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
"Wait, no," Elena immediately protested. "You already brought a case against Massimo, and he was found innocent. And I thought you promised that you were done with attacking him—""Elena, please," Joshua interjected softly. "This isn't the state of New York or the local cops going after him. This is
Elena took a deep breath. She didn't react to the fact her life—and Massimo's—was in danger.Instead, she leaned in closer to her boss. "There's a gun pointed at us," she whispered.Massimo didn't so much as blink. "Where?"He spun her around in a short, controlled spin. Elena rechecked the gunner i
"Look subtly to your left," Massimo commanded. "Now—quickly."With the opening notes of a new song, Massimo dipped Elena low. Elena doubted any onlooker would think anything of the move. The Mafia King and Queen were just enthusiastically showing off their superior dance skills.But in reality, Elen
Her phone buzzing stopped Elena from spiraling with these thoughts."It's for the best. Parents tend to hate me," Max replied."I doubt that's true," she protested."It is," Max insisted. "I emasculate fathers, and I am a terrible judge of mothers. Though either way, the mothers don't end up liking







