The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 329

He spotted a sign for a nearby shooting range—perfect.

"Do you want to stop there?" Massimo asked, pointing at the sign. "If you practice more, you'll get better with using your gun and getting a more precise shot."

"Why would I want to do that?" Elena asked flatly. She was clearly annoyed by Massimo's suggestion.

"Well, then you could more easily shoot to injure or maim," Massimo explained. "Since you were so upset by what happened with that wolf cub—"

"Ruby," Elena corrected.

"What?" Massimo asked.

"Its name is Ruby," Elena stated.

Massimo was suddenly glad he had insisted one of the servants take the wolf cub back to the estate. Elena was already too attached to that creature. He'd need to find some wolf experts to see whether this whole raising a wolf cub idea had even the slightest chance of ending pleasantly.

"Alright," Massimo said, feeling unsure of everything. "With everything that happened with... Ruby, I thought you'd appreciate non-lethal methods of defense."

"A gun is still meant to kill," Elena argued. "I'm never using one again."

"Elena, be reasonable—"

"No. I'm never taking a life again."

Massimo switched tactics. "I could teach you hand-to-hand combat, but you should still have a weapon on you," Massimo said. "Like maybe a knife or pepper spray—"

"Absolutely not," Elena replied. "I'm a doctor, Massimo. I refuse to harm any living creature ever again—I mean it."

Elena began to shift in her seat. She took out her gun and rested it on the dashboard.

"What are you doing?" Massimo asked.

"Returning your gun," Elena explained.

"But I got that for you. It's yours."

"I don't want it anymore."

Massimo clenched his teeth and gripped the steering wheel tightly. "Elena, please take your gun back," he said.

"No," she replied.

"Thanks for being such a great listener," she wrote. "I feel like I can tell you anything."

Massimo frowned. It seemed she got a lot closer to "Max"—at the expense of growing more distant from Massimo. It bothered him more than he thought it would.

It was all so strange—to be both hated and loved for doing almost exactly the same things. Massimo had no idea why Elena thought her husband's texts were loving and supportive—normal and civilian-like even!—but couldn't see the care and effort he put into their conversations as her boss.

Massimo was terrified that, any moment now, he would text back and have a reaction that wasn't "normal" enough for Elena. He didn't even know what Elena wanted to hear. He was just guessing—and it was only a matter of time until he guessed wrong.

Massimo thought back to his conversation with Fabio. He had never felt like his plans of maintaining two separate lives was foolish—not until Fabio had called him an idiot and labeled it all "complicated bullshit."

"Elena is too smart to not figure this out," Fabio had warned.

His grandfather's words echoed over and over again in Massimo's mind. The old man was right—Massimo couldn't keep this ruse going forever.

And the longer he waited, the worse it would be.

Massimo looked at his phone and the unread messages from Elena. He sighed.

"I need to tell her the truth," Massimo said to himself, confirming his resolved. "She needs to know who her husband really is."