Elena's Pov
I stared at the text on my phone. Francesco had texted, stating that we needed to talk.
The kids were at Rocco's, and Russo wasn't home. I had the chance to talk to him—finally figure out all this stuff. But Russo wouldn't like that.
Who cares what Russo thinks? He had already made it clear that he hates me and wants nothing to do with me. I had to see Francesco—the man is my father, after all.
I put on a pair of black jeans, a grey top, and my black jacket. Christmas Eve was approaching, and it was cold.
I packed my hair up in a ponytail and slipped my phone into the back pocket of my pants.
Francesco wanted to meet at the Super 4 by Wyndham. That was weird. The Super 4 was located in the south of Jackson. We lived in Jackson Hole, not Jackson Southtown.
I got into the
