The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

One day, Elena would not be money–motivated, but that would be after she paid off her $700,000 in student loans. For now, she recognized that having an extra $50,000 towards that debt and her additional living expenses was too good to pass up.

Not that her boss really gave her much of a choice.

The men left her alone to change into her new outfit. It wont be proper for her to wear a suit anymore, and the conservative old mafia men would question Massimo’s taste and, by extension, his capability to lead. So to keep her boss’s image in one piece, Elena needed to be dressed like any other mafia woman.

Massimo had decided his doctor would wear a simple black dress and red high heels: very fitting for a mafia woman and completely impossible for Elena to work in. Which, Elena supposed, just made it fit the stereotype

even more.

The dress was strapless and lower cut than Elena was used to. That meant she couldn’t wear her ring as a necklace, which was probably for the best. She didn’t want her husband to be even tangentially involved in such a

mess.

It also meant foregoing a bra. Luckily, the dress material was thick and tight enough to leave nothing but the shiny tops of her breasts showing–a mature outfit but tastefully leaving a good deal to the imagination. As Elena looked herself over in the guest bathroom’s full length mirror, she was surprised by how perfectly the entire outfit fit her.

Did the Ferraros really just have a dress and women’s shoes on hand? Or had Massimo ordered his second–in- command to take her measurements when she wasn’t looking, just in case?

“Is he a closet pervert?” Elena mumbled to herself.

It would explain his hot–and–cold attitude. The don had said he wouldn’t do anything to her, but perhaps he enjoyed looking more than touching. Maybe the man really was repressed…

Elena shook her head. She didn’t have time to waste thinking about her clothes–she needed to be Massimo’s arm candy for the evening. Then she could wonder if her boss had any ulterior motives.

Elena exited the guest room and made her way downstairs. Massimo told her to meet him in the receiving room, but she barely got off the long stairway before she was stopped by a different man.

“Elena?!”

She’d recognize that voice anywhere. It was her father who was shrilly calling to her.

Somewhere in her mind, Elena recognized that she would probably see her father tonight. But she was expecting it to be during the meeting. In front of witnesses who he’d be trying to impress.

But alone? Elena wasn’t ready for that.

Her father was already in her personal space. Despite having moved away and not seeing him in a while, her memory hadn’t forgotten how awful her father could be. The small prey instinct in Elena’s brain made her body freeze to the spot.

“Father,” she mumbled softly. She couldn’t force her lungs to cooperate beyond that.

“I see you’re finally done playing doctor. You’re dressed like a real woman tonight,” he said. It sounded like a compliment, but no words her father ever spoke could be flattering.

Especially not when he was talking to his daughter.

Still Elena smiled. It was better to feign stupidity than pick fight. She could stomach pretending her father was

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being nice.

“Thank you, Father. It was lovely seeing you, but I should be going,”

“Damn right you should be,” he growled. “But not to whatever mafia soldier you’re trying to impress. You’re too inexperienced to be a bedroom prize, Elena–I made sure of that.”

He grabbed her hand harshly.

“You have no value except as a bargaining chip. You should be honored a man like Don Morello wants to have you. So stop your little tantrum, go find him, and apologize–on your hands and knees if he’s unconvinced.”

Elena pulled her hand back sharply. “No, Father, I won’t. I’m leaving.”

“Like hell you are.”

Her father’s hand reeled back as he prepared to strike her. Elena flinched in anticipation—she could see in his eyes he wanted to hurt her as much as possible.

But the blow never came.

Elena looked up to see Don Massimo holding her father’s wrist. He pulled it backward and Capo Vitale yelped in pain.

Massimo frowned at the older man. Then, with one swift push, he sent Elena’s father across the floor. The man landed in an embarrassing heap of his own knotted limbs.

“I’d appreciate keeping violence to a minimum tonight,” Massimo said, dusting off his sleeves like Vitale had somehow transferred his inherent dirtiness onto him. “But taking my personal doctor will always be a personal

offense to me.”

Elena took satisfaction in seeing her father realize just how far she had moved up in the world. It almost made her want to stay in the mafia business permanently.

Her father’s expression had come to resemble a dead fish. He sloppily got into a kneeling position.

“Forgive me, Don Massimo, Don of All Dons. My daughter neglected to say who she was working for, so I misunderstood the situation. This humble servant can only beg for forgiveness for this mistake.”

Elena thought Massimo truly must be the devil to get someone as wicked as her father to lower himself.

Massimo himself hardly reacted to the plea. “Tell Tyler to take care of his own house before causing more problems.”

Elena’s eyes widened–had Massimo just referred to Don Morello by his first name? How disrespectful! And considering Morello was her father’s boss, Massimo had insulted the Vitales as well.

But her father didn’t respond with arrogance. Instead he began stumbling over his words to let Massimo know, between thanking him for his benevolence, that he would do just that. Her father practically ran away.

Massimo immediately turned to Elena. “It’s time to get to work,” he said, in the same cold, flat voice he had used to disgrace her father.

Elena bowed. “Of course, Don Massimo.”

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