The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 312

"Okay, well, we're fixing that," Luna said suddenly. "Elio, do you think we can whip together something grand for their one year anniversary?"

Elio smiled. "Easily, people will forget it's not even their wedding by the time we're done."

"Now does that sound perfect or what?" Luna asked, looking directly into Elena's soul.

Elena knew she'd be gone from the mafia by then. Her contract would be done, and she'd no doubt be far, far away from New York entirely.

But Elena couldn't bring herself to ruin the smiles of so many caring faces.

"It sounds perfect," Elena softly agreed.

Massimo was doing his best to follow Fabio's lead. These older dons though just didn't know how to get to the point. They'd drone on and on and on about such pointless bullshit.

And then, Massimo would have to hide that he was keeping an eye out for Elena on top of all that. It was frustrating and tedious.

After the fifth introduction, Fabio led Massimo back to that same quiet corner. Massimo figured the old man just wanted another drink—oh, if only things were that simple!

"What is going on with you," Fabio hissed. "I thought you wanted these introductions!"

"I do—"

"Bullshit," Fabio shot back. "Tell me what's really going on. Now."

Massimo knew if he didn't explain anything, Fabio would storm off in a huff. Not only would it look bad, but that would mean the old geezer might run into Elena.

Massimo sighed. "Fine, but not here," Massimo relented.

He led his grandfather into one of the private rooms. They were meant to be used to fix people's outfits or hold particularly private meetings. Most importantly, they were soundproof and locked from the inside.

The second the lock was turned, Fabio was demanding answers.

"And this complicated bullshit is?" Fabio retorted. "Listen, Elena is too smart to not figure this out. And when—not if—it happens, your relationship is going to be broken beyond repair."

"Why do you think I'm delaying that?" Massimo asked, beginning to pace. "She doesn't want a mafia man, Fabio—she doesn't even want to be in the mafia! The second the truth comes out, she's already going to be gone, so why would I speed that up?"

Fabio sighed. It was a deep sigh that showed all his years—it also showed how done he was with this conversation.

But Massimo needed Fabio to understand! Otherwise, everything the don had worked so hard for would be ruined.

"Please, Fabio," Massimo said, slowing down to a stop and looking his guardian in the eyes. "I need you to keep this relationship secret. You can't tell Elena anything."

Fabio frowned. "I won't interfere," Fabio said slowly, "but that goes both for letting these secrets out and helping you cover them."

"What does that mean exactly?" Massimo pressed.

"I won't talk to Elena during your party, but if she confronts me on the street a week later, I won't lie," Fabio vowed. "It means your problems are your own, Massimo—so you can solve them by yourself."