The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 311

Massimo ran over to Fabio, using every bit of the old man's training to get there in mere seconds.

"Massimo," Fabio greeted, "this party is—"

The old geezer was grabbed firmly and harshly pulled away from Elena's impending collision. Of course, the old bastard started swearing and kicking up a fuss, but it's not like Massimo had time to explain.

The old man hadn't fully lost his edge though. He was able to pull off Massimo's grip after a moment. Fabio ran his hands over his wrists harshly—as if Massimo's grip was actually that hard.

Massimo suppressed an eye roll. He was trying to increase his reputation with this event, after all. Getting yelled at by his grandfather wouldn't help that cause.

Massimo quickly looked around to where he had led them—next to one of the different wine carts. Perfect. Massimo grabbed a glass of the oldest vintage and handed it to Fabio.

"You should try this," Massimo said numbly. "They didn't bring many bottles—it will likely be gone by the end of the night."

Surprisingly, Fabio's clear disdain and annoyance largely disappeared. "Next time say something, you oaf, before you go grabbing someone—I raised you better than that," he chided with no real heat. It was even more surprising to see Fabio grab the glass and drink.

"I was meaning to talk to you anyways," Fabio continued. "I've managed to get everything sorted with the older crowd like you asked. It wouldn't hurt though if you talked to them tonight—I can even introduce you to help bridge the generational gap you keep getting stuck on."

Ordinarily, Massimo would've shot back an insult for the perceived failing. He would've likely called the older mafia dons "hopeless behind the times" or "mere relics who can't even work a smart phone."

But Massimo could already see Elena starting to walk this way. Why was she changing directions so suddenly? Had she somehow heard Fabio's voice above all the thousands of people talking and mingling?

"We should get Elena, too," Fabio suggested, oblivious to Massimo's current issue. "I owe the girl for saving my life—the least I can do is help her settle in as Mafia Queen. Though we've never talked about the mafia before, I'm sure she'll be a much faster study than you were—"

"Later," Massimo stated sharply. "Introduce me to those friends of yours? Now?"

To his credit, Fabio didn't say another word—he just drained his glass and gestured for Massimo to follow.

"Sensible," Beatrice observed.

Sensing that the women wouldn't let Elena escape, Elena pulled her necklace out from under the top of her dress—she had started wearing it more frequently, ever since she had started meeting up with Max in person. During work hours, she kept it out of sight though.

The women immediately made a fuss. Max's engagement ring apparently looked a lot like some heirloom ring the Ferraro family had at one point. Elena quickly tucked the necklace back out of sight before they could realize the ring was a fake—there's no way Max could've afforded something so expensive.

"I'm just glad you two got hitched," Luna said warmly. "Though I would've liked an invitation to the wedding. I thought we bonded, Elena!"

"We did," Elena quickly agreed. "We didn't have a ceremony—it was just like signing paperwork honestly."

To Elena's surprise, this not only horrified Luna but the whole Conti family. Even Beatrice and Nico who normally hid their emotions behind stern professionalism looked confused and disappointed.