Elena widened her eyes. "Which means if they pull trouble here, the Morellos will have burned a bunch of allies—all their secret helpers will be out in the open."
Jill smiled. Elena hadn't realized how clever this old woman could be. Without much information, Jill had laid the groundwork for all her guests—and later, when the story spread, the rest of the mafia—to cut out all the troublemakers associated with Tyler.
Elena was about to praise Jill more, but she spotted Leo walking up to Massimo.
Massimo couldn't risk losing line of sight on Elena. Which meant that, unfortunately, he would have to tolerate Leo's presence.
"This is a nice little party isn't it?" Leo chatted airily. It meant about as much to Massimo as a bird's chirping—honestly, a bird's prattling would be preferred.
Leo merely leaned against the wall next to Massimo—completely unbothered. "You settle on any New Year's resolutions yet, oh Don of All Dons? They say it's best to set them early—you're more likely to stick to them or something."
Massimo quickly became aware that he couldn't just stonewall Leo. The guy was immune to being ignored. It's like he just decided to become more annoying in response.
So Massimo merely huffed and said, "Yes. My resolution is to talk to less idiots."
Leo laughed. Massimo wasn't sure if it was a fake laugh, and that bothered him more. Everything about Leo was so carefully crafted that it was hard to pick apart what was genuine and what was an act.
Tyler, meanwhile, was straightforward. A bastard through and through. That's probably why he had decided to keep Leo as an advisor—Leo could do what Tyler couldn't.
"That's a good one," Leo said. "Tyler's are all too complicated for my tastes. I like the simplicity of yours."
"And what exactly are Tyler's resolutions?" Massimo asked, careful to keep any hint of interest out of both his tone and facial expression. He doubted Leo had slipped up by mentioning Tyler—it was more likely Leo was trying to toy with Massimo by mentioning the bastard snake.
Still there was a chance Leo might turn on Tyler—Leo was a slave to his own amusements, after all.
The safest choice was to play dumb. "I wasn't aware that Alessia went out of town," Massimo said, "what with her son needing to recover from his coma."
Leo frowned. "If you're not going to be fun, I'll leave you alone. I'm just here to be the messenger anyways—and my job's done for that."
Elena and Massimo regrouped. They shared what they found. Unfortunately, they couldn't do much with their information so they decided to focus on the party for now.
They went back to the dance floor—it was the best place for keeping an eye on the crowds.
Suddenly, Elena spotted a weird flash of light. She quickly realized that it was the muzzle of a gun reflecting the light of the ballroom.
A gunner was lining up a shot from the servers' area. And the gun looked like it was aimed directly at Massimo and herself.

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