The White Lily — Episode 10

i pressed a finger to my lips both women slapped their hands over their mouths i grabbed my bag and left you didn't tell me she looked like that you have zero chance now as i walked away i heard one of them shriek i reached the gate for milan and another refund fun notification hit my phone. The Rossi family had bought out every route out of

even flights to other cities. I stood there clutching my phone, stuck. Then it rang. A New York number. The name of my arranged husband. His voice was cold but strangely the kind that made you want to keep listening. Before I could explain that all were grounded, I saw it. A private jet on the tarmac. Several men in black suits

I stepped off the plane, standing at attention. Understood. I hung up and walked toward the jet. What was drizzling?

An umbrella appeared over my head the moment I stepped outside. The man holding it kept his eyes down, respectful. Mrs. Vitale, we're here to bring you home. That's when Lorenzo spotted me.

He sprinted toward me, grabbing my wrist. Elena. Vitale's men immediately surrounded me. Lorenzo's men closed in. The two groups faced off. Onlookers pulled out their phones, filming. The man leading Dante's crew was older and peccably