The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 275

Elena took a deep breath. She didn't react to the fact her life—and Massimo's—was in danger.

Instead, she leaned in closer to her boss. "There's a gun pointed at us," she whispered.

Massimo didn't so much as blink. "Where?"

He spun her around in a short, controlled spin. Elena rechecked the gunner in that moment.

"Servers' area," she replied as Massimo pulled her back toward him. "At your... ten o'clock, I think."

"What kind of gun does he have?"

"What?"

"The gun, Elena," Massimo repeated, gritting his teeth.

"I don't know gun types," Elena hissed back.

"Is it big? Small? Anything you can describe," Massimo instructed.

Elena risked another look at the gunner.

"Short, kinda small... It's a little bit longer than the one you normally use."

Elena was uncertain whether that description was any help at all, but Massimo still nodded like it was.

"Alright, here's what's going to happen," Massimo said calmly. "You're going to do exactly what I say—no improvisation."

Elena nodded.

"Duck on three," Massimo continued. "One, two, three."

Massimo pulled Elena down to the ground, pushing her flat against the dance floor. She didn't fight him.

Immediately, she heard people start to panic. Belatedly, she could see smoke and heard the echo of a gunshot as Massimo started to stand.

"Stay put," he growled.

Elena gathered up some cloth napkins. "Here," she said, putting it in Don Esposito's hands. "Press it to the wound for right now."

When the man was too slow, Elena moved his hands for him.

She turned to the nearby party goers who were, surprisingly, not reacting to the injured man at all. Whatever. Elena pulled on a women's skirt.

"Go fetch some ice from the servers," she commanded. "Ice, too." When the woman didn't immediately hurry, Elena barked out a quick, sharp, "Now," for good measure.

That gathered some attention—which Elena was almost grateful for.

"You," she said, pointing at a nearby person, "bring me needle and thread. And you, next to him, find some hydrogen peroxide—or hell, strong alcohol will do. Hurry."

Yet even as people did as Elena told them and she got to operating on the man, Elena couldn't help but notice how everyone else was ignoring Don Esposito. She wondered if Jill had already turned public perception against the man.

Elena didn't have long to think about it. She had a don to stabilize.

Massimo never doubted that Elena, even in someone else's home with none of her tools, could stabilize the don and thus save his life. He also never doubted that the other dons from Massachusetts would excuse themselves from the party as quickly as possible. He had expected at least one or two of them would stay until it was clear Don Esposito was okay—but then again, Tyler's allies were always despicable people who only cared about themselves.