The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

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“Anything?” Massimo repeated.

His tone made Elena regret the offer, but she still nodded her head anyways. This was the path she had chosen for herself, and she wouldn’t be swayed.

“Would you cut off your fingers for me? Whore yourself out to any man I point at tonight? Put a bullet between your parents‘ brains–or maybe your own?”

Elena couldn’t follow the logic of his questions so she stayed silent. Not that Massimo gave her much of a chance to say anything. He took one look at her and scoffed.

“You women get so emotional and will just say anything. Don’t make deals you can’t keep,” he cautioned.

He turned away from her. “You’re here to work. Focus on that. Your chance to prove your loyalty will come soon enough.”

Massimo started to walk away. Elena had to jog to catch up.

She mulled over his words as they approached the receiving room–a beautiful living room with plenty of seats, booze, and open space. Elena couldn’t appreciate the scenery. She was too busy thinking.

Massimo’s demeanor made it difficult to tell whether he trusted her or not. Elena prayed that her boss could see her sincerity. Because if he still doubted her, Elena was screwed.

She could run back to Don Morello, who would either try to claim her as a mistress or punish her severely for getting married. Plus, then she would be back to dealing with her father regularly. There really was no safety she could find there.

More importantly, if Don Massimo decided she was a traitor, he could snuff her out like a candle. Elena would be lucky if he chose to kill her–a man with his power could do a lot worse.

But Elena didn’t have the luxury to worry about all that now. She had to be a beautiful mafia woman and a pretty trophy for her boss.

God, this night was going to suck. At least there were servers supplying plenty of wine.

Elena did her best to follow the business deals Massimo hashed out with other mafia men. But it was hard to pay attention when everyone was talking around the deals, hedging their language on the off chance the room was bugged by the cops or someone proved to be a traitor.

It was the mafia way. The real contracts would be formed in people’s offices the next day. Tonight was for showing off and proving you were someone worth making deals with.

It also sucked that everyone ignored her. Any compliments or her were addressed to Massimo. Nobody even met her eyes–though she caught more than a few men staring t her chest or butt.

Eventually, the music started up, and Massimo guided her the dance floor. He led her in a simple box step.

“Stay alert,” Massimo told her.

“I know,” Elena responded. “I’ve hardly touched the wine, which is a shame because it’s a lovely bodied red. I’ve just been using it as a prop.”

Massimo hummed neutrally. Was he pleased she thought a lead or did he not care at all?

“We’re here to catch a mole,” Massimo continued. “A mole who’s been contacting a mafia traitor.”

“So there’s not just a mole, but a traitor–is there a difference between the two?” Elena asked, trying to keep up

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with her boss’s train of thought.

Massimo sighed. “The mole is comparatively small time–st a grunt definitely getting orders from someone else. The traitor is likely someone so powerful that no one would ever suspect them–not until it’s too late.”

“Great,“” Elena said sarcastically. “I’ll keep my eyes open.

Elena was painfully reminded of just how dangerous any mafia gathering could be.

Suddenly, before the first song had even ended, there was a loud crash at the built–in bar. Wine glasses spilled and cracked on the floor as Luca slammed a man into the bar’s countertop. Luca used his free hand to wrench a pistol from the man’s hand.

“Apologies, everyone,” Luca shouted to the sea of onlookers. “It seems an uninvited guest wanted to make trouble. He’ll be taken care of, so please go back to enjoying your evening.”

Despite his words, the only movement was from the security group–Massimo’s men who had stayed on the sidelines during the party. Now they rushed up to Luca and subdued the would–be attacker.

They dragged the man out of the room in seconds.

“Well,” Massimo said, his cold voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “You heard my man: get back to the party.”

Hurriedly, the room erupted into a different chaos. The kind that came as everyone pretended to be having a wonderful time.

“That’s one problem solved,” Elena muttered as Massimo began leading her into the dance again.

But Elena noticed someone was watching Massimo. Wasn’t that Don Giuseppe Conti, a man from a branch family of the Ferraro family? Why would he…

It all came together all at once.

Don Conti would never ordinarily be suspected, which meant he would be obsessed with hiding his tracks. He had enough money and power to get away with planning something against Massimo. He could afford to be clever and patient.

Only, with his mole captured and about to be thoroughly questioned, Don Conti couldn’t afford to wait anymore.

Unfortunately, in the time it took Elena to piece all the clues together, Don Conti had silently drawn a gun and aimed it at Massimo’s head.

As Elena pushed her boss out of the way, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was the chance Massimo had mentioned just hours ago. Was this all planned to see if Elena Vitale really was her father’s daughter or the Ferraro’s family doctor?

It didn’t matter. Not really.

Not if Elena wanted to keep her job. Not if she wanted to ever get her freedom. Not if she wanted to stay out of that cage her father had built and trapped her in for over two decades.

So Elena moved without hesitation. She knew she was too slow to get both Massimo and herself out of danger. She knew she was effectively stepping directly into the line of fire.

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