She heard a loud clicking noise, but nothing happened.
"A blank," Don Abano declared. "Elena Vitale has survived!"
The other mafia members began discussing their judgment. It was a formality really. Elena Vitale had won the game of Russian Roulette—everyone knew what that meant.
Massimo stopped listening the second Jacob Abano declared Elena's safety.
He wanted to run to her. He wanted to sweep her into his arms and ensure that she was really, truly okay. Elena had a nasty habit of letting her stubbornness outweigh her safety—even if she looked alright, Massimo couldn't take her appearance at face value.
But Massimo was the Mafia King, the Don of All Dons. He had a lifetime's worth of practice of ignoring his desires until they faded away. Until all that was left was duty and responsi
