The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119

“He’s your half–brother?” Massimo asked, instantly stepping between Elena and the man.

Elena nodded. “Why are you even here, Matteo?” she asked.

Matteo sheepishly rose to his feet. “It’s not really about it.”

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Massimo glared at the younger man

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Matteo stifled a yep and turned it into a cough. He cowered in on himself, drawing his shoulders close to his body.

“What are you doing here, Elena?” Matteo asked instead

with everything going on, they really-

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Mom and Dad have been super worried about you. And

Massimo walked closer into the room and got into Matteo’s personal space. “My patience for fools isn’t high,” Massimo warned.

Matteo audibly gulped.

Elena laid a hand on Massimo. “Let me handle this,” she said softly.

Elena turned to her brother. She was prepared to be very harsh with him, but she noticed how he was leaning his body weight all to one side. The way his left leg was bent was also strange.

“Did you get shot?” she asked suddenly.

“Me? Yeah–I mean no. I’m not an amateur mobster.”

Elena didn’t have time for her brother’s games. She roughly placed her hand on Matteo’s leg. As he yelped in pain, she found the bloody hole in his dress pants.

“Don’t tell me you plan on treating this idiot?” Massimo asked coldly.

Elena looked up at Massimo, surprised by his harshness. “Of course.”

Massimo scoffed. “Suit yourself,” he replied. For some reason, Massimo left in a

huff after that.

Elena treated Matteo’s gunshot wound just like she would any other patient. She tried to forget who she was dealing with, but it was impossible.

Her little brother was many things—a spoiled brat, an absolute fool, and a lazy cheat–but he wasn’t the brains behind any operation. If he was here, it was because someone had given him the idea to come.

“What are you doing here, Matteo?” she asked again.

Maybe it was the blood loss or her gentle tone that finally got through to him, but Matteo didn’t brush her off this time.

“Dad said we needed to help the Marinos,” Matteo finally admitted. “Something about them being old friends of the Martin and Dioli families. So I was helping them network.”

“This was Dad’s idea?” Elena repeated. “Our father who never leaves New York somehow made connections with this family that’s based in Maine?”

Matteo shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just telling you what I know–you don’t have to get mad at me for it.”

Elena resisted the urge to roll her eyes–why did Matteo have to take every inconvenience as a personal attack?

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“And when did Dad come up with this idea?” Elena asked. “After a meeting with the Morello family?”

“How’d you know?”

“Because our father has never had an original thought. He’s passing off the Morello family’s orders as his own ideas so that he can feel in charge.”

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