The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 300

Elena thought about her mother's words as she finished up work. Even when Massimo brought her to a Ferraro owned gun range, Elena couldn't focus on just shooting.

"I know this place isn't as nice as the one in Maine," Massimo said suddenly. "I had plans to renovate it and reopen it next year."

Massimo took off her jacket and laid it on the table in front of them, as if to hide the imperfections in the wood.

Elena realized that she had, unfortunately, been staring at one of the target boards that was in a bad state when she zoned out—Massimo probably thought she was disappointed in how shabby the place looked.

As if Elena hadn't seen worse buildings or businesses before. Honestly, it was a little refreshing and even comforting to know that not everything the Ferraro's owned was always completely perfect. That most of the stuff was only perfect because Massimo or his family had specifically sculpted it to be perfect.

Good things only come to those who work for them—wasn't that something her mother used to say? Elena wondered if Sloane still believed that. Elena did, at least.

"It's fine," Elena said quickly. "Honestly, I like that it's a target board instead of an outline of a person—it makes this feel more like just a game of darts."

Massimo snorted. "Sure, if darts involved weapons that make tiny explosions to propel scraps of metal."

Elena smiled. She did her best to focus on her form—she really did. She was even able to avoid thinking about her mother's words at all.

But a new thought distracted her instead.

As Massimo fixed Elena's form, she could only think of Max. She knew that they weren't the same person—not even close—but Elena kept thinking of her husband's callouses, his scent, his touch.

Elena knew she needed to talk to him. And her visit with her mother had sped up the timeline. There was less than two weeks for them to get settled on a vision of their future together!

Elena grabbed Massimo's phone and started to remove it from the pocket. Before she could finish, however, a hand firmly clamped down on her own.

"I've got it," Massimo said quickly. He snatched the phone from Elena.

He barely looked at the screen before putting it one silent. "I'll get to it later," Massimo announced. "Let's get to practice."

Elena knew when Massimo used that tone that she shouldn't argue with him. She put her phone down and reloaded the ammo into her gun.

But Elena was too confused to focus on shooting practice now. Because while Elena hadn't picked up Massimo's phone, she had gotten a partial look at its screen—and the numbers she could make out looked an awful lot like her phone number.