The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 297

Elena's blood ran cold. Massimo, oblivious to Elena's racing thoughts, simply moved her hands.

"Your grip needs to be a little tighter," Massimo observed. "You moved less that time, but you're still flinching when you pull the trigger, which will mess with your aim."

"R-right," Elena said slowly. For a brief moment, she considered just firing the gun again, but it was no use. She couldn't think of anything besides those damn callouses!

"I'm going to run to the bathroom actually," Elena said. She didn't wait for Massimo to reply—she just set the gun on the table and all but sprinted away.

Safe in the unoccupied women's restroom, Elena knew she didn't have to hide her emotions or reactions. She could freak out here until she figured out what was going on.

Elena paced in front of the row of sinks. What was going on? How the hell did Max and Massimo have the same callouses in the exact same places on their hands?

Elena paused and took a breath. She needed to think of this rationally.

She couldn't say for certain that the two men had the exact same callouses in the exact same places. After all, whenever she'd been with Max, Elena had been deprived of her vision. It's possible that they were merely similar—a fact Elena couldn't confirm unless she saw both of the men's hands at the same time.

Elena huffed out a laugh. What was this line of thinking? She sounded like some hardcore detective trying to solve a missing person's case!

Elena started pacing again—the warmth of laughter suddenly leaving her. As she tried to ground her thoughts more in reality and cold, hard logic, she felt more nervous.

She could see how nervous and stressed she looked in her reflection. Was all the mafia work getting to her? Was Max's sudden rejection weighing on her heart so heavily that she was seriously reconsidering his very identity?

It's more likely Max uses some similar tools as a mechanic that left similar callouses. Elena repeated that theory over and over in her head as she splashed some water on her face and dried it off.

That had to be the explanation. It had to be.

The "business" trip in Maine came to a close faster than Massimo would've liked. But, unfortunately, he had too many responsibilities that he couldn't neglect. His territory needed him, and then there was the grand winter party that was rapidly approaching.