The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238

Both of which were unforgivable.

Ordinarily, Massimo would make every don in Massachusetts pay in blood for daring to try to hide something like this from him. That course of action was familiar to Massimo. And if he was being honest, it’s still what

Massimo wanted to do most.

But Elena wouldn’t like that. She was working her hardest to try to resolve things peacefully—and with Tyler of all people! His doctor would be horrified by the extreme loss of life and buckets of bloodshed.

And Massimo couldn’t blame her for that. She would be right to react that way.

Massimo sighed again. He took out his phone and called his grandfather.

“Why are you calling so late, you little troublemaker?” Fabio yelled from the other line end of the phone line.” Haven’t you ever heard of letting your elders get some peace and quiet? Or at least not being so disrespectful as to wake someone up in the middle of the night-”

“I wanted some advice, old man,” Massimo cut in seriously. “About the family business.”

That caused his grandfather to actually shut up for a minute. He stayed blissfully silent for as long as it took for Massimo to explain the situation back in Massachusetts–but not a moment longer.

“Easy,” Fabio said. “Kill every don there. Or at least their heirs, maybe second–in–commands–but only if you think the dons still have some use left in them.”

“I would prefer to resolve this not with violence,” Massimo stated evenly.

“Nonsense!” Fabio replied. “Someone hits you, you hit them back. That’s how you keep hold of your power, boy.

“If power can’t even be felt without spilling blood, what’s the fucking point of it?” Massimo snapped. “Now do you have any real advice or not?”

There was silence for a long time. Massimo wondered if Fabio had just left his phone on and gone to bed.

“You could tax the dons whose territory that Tyler kid moved into,” Fabio finally said. “They did build a mansion without your permission after all.”

Fabio had a point. His idea wasn’t terrible—and more importantly, it wouldn’t undermine everything Elena and Massimo were working towards.

“… Thanks,” Massimo replied.

“Just be careful,” Fabio warned. “Men forget money debts much easier than they forget blood ones. Those Massachusetts dons probably won’t learn their lesson from this or stop supporting Tyler Morello.”

“I know,” Massimo admitted. “This will be seen as only a warning, and a weak one at that. Still, I’d like to give them a warning before I do something as drastic as declaring war.”

Upstairs, Elena had trouble winding down for bed. She kept thinking over her date with Max–more specifically, how it had ended too soon.

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So it was no surprise that when Elena fell asleep, she dreamed of Max.

He had finished his chaste little kiss. Then he left Elena was about to pull off the blindfold-

But before her eyes could even just adjust to the light of the room, the blindfold was secured tightly back into place. She was pushed roughly down onto the floor, but somehow, the floor was now her bed at the Ferraro

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