The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 307

"I want you to understand that I'm in a... precarious situation," Elena explained. "My family, the Vitales, largely consider me a traitor because I've chosen to work for Don Massimo Ferraro—and he provides a fair amount of protection to me because of our working arrangements. I'm both at my safest at the Ferraro estate and in the most amount of danger."

Elena took a deep breath. The closest she had come to explaining this situation before was when she talked to her mother Sloane. But there were things that Elena couldn't fully tell Sloane.

Her husband, on the other hand, was someone Elena knew could handle the full truth.

"I want to leave the mafia life behind," Elena confessed. "I'm not staying in it forever. But I need to be smart about how and when I leave—that way, no one gets hurt."

"So that's why you talked about running away to California," Max observed. "Do you... are you planning on leaving there soon? Is that why you asked me about that now?"

"My mother and her new husband offered me a way out," Elena said. "And yes, that's why I brought up the idea of running away so abruptly—they live in California and have enough money and connections to keep me safe as I live a normal life, away from the mafia."

Elena took another sip of her champagne and tried to steady herself. "But like I said, it was silly of me to bring that idea up," Elena said with a bashful smile. "And honestly, I've given up on that plan."

"Really?" Max sputtered. "But that doesn't—why?"

"Don't get me wrong, I think their plan would work," Elena stated, "but it's not without its risks—I mean, nothing is. And if I left now, I would be leaving my boss in a pretty bad situation. We've got a big party coming up, and can you imagine how bad he would look if he didn't show up there with his wife?"

Elena swirled her glass of champagne. She had thought about this for weeks on end. And though she wanted out of the mafia more than anything, she couldn't help but feel now was the exact wrong time to leave.

She'd be too worried about Massimo. They had both worked too hard to let this massive event go sideways—it needed to be perfect. Otherwise, she'd just be letting her boss end up in a terrible situation—hell, mafia war might even break out.

"You care about your boss?" Massimo pressed.

"Just as a friend!" Elena said quickly. "Or maybe a coworker? We're somewhere between those two, I think."

"And you don't hate working for him?"

"So long as I'm just doing doctor work, it's not really too different? When I'm playing wife, it's weird as can be, but it's not terrible? It's not too different from a customer-service job with how carefully you have to watch your words and be aware of people's tempers."

So Massimo's relationship with Elena was progressing on both fronts. He was pleased by that, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't adding up.