"How was the date?" his second-in-command asks.
Massimo doesn't remember when Luca entered his office. When he got home, he thought he should start on some nonessential mafia work, but he ended up just staring at his phone for the past half hour.
"Fine," Massimo replied shortly.
"Are you waiting for any important messages?" Luca asked.
"No," Massimo hissed out. "Just a text from my wife."
"Weren't you just with her, sir?"
Massimo felt his frustrations of the day grow and swell. He would normally tell Luca off, give him a task to get our of his space, and then continue fuming. But he hesitated.
Elena had somehow had keen insight into his love life. And Massimo couldn't ask Elena follow up questions now—not when he was determined to keep his feelings about her buried until they died
