The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 371

Massimo moved to follow after Elena's retreating form, but he was immediately stopped by a security guard.

"Sir, you need to wait in line—"

"Not now," Massimo cut him off firmly. He tried to move around the guard, but the man just shifted his position, continuing to block Massimo's path.

"I need to see your ticket," the guard continued.

"Don't have one," Massimo snapped. "Now will you mind your business and—"

Another security guard walked towards them. Her honey sweet tone was unmistakable—but also impossible to ignore. "Do we have a problem here?"

Massimo wouldn't have a problem if he could just be left alone. Or if he decided to burn this entire place to the ground. His frustrations were mounting, and Elena was nearly out of sight.

When he turned around to face the newcomer though, her eyes immediately widened in surprise. "Don Massimo Ferraro," she said, incredulously, "what can we help you with?"

She shot the other guard a dirty look—and Massimo had to admit, the gesture did please him a little. The other man, to his credit, looked appropriately scolded. And perhaps more than a little nervous at the reveal that he pissed off the Mafia King.

"My... associate was let through," Massimo said through gritted teeth. "I'm trying to follow her. I trust that shouldn't be an issue?"

"Of course not," the woman replied quickly. "You can skip the entire line, sir."

"He still needs a ticket," the male guard muttered. Then, looking at his coworker's horrified expression, he quickly tacked on, "It's just protocol—we could lose our jobs otherwise, Mister Mafia King."

"James," the woman hissed. "We can't—"

Massimo had handled the flights before, directing Elena where to go and when. He had made it all look easy. Elena chucked to herself at the thought—this wasn't a case of Massimo being trained to be perfect, but just a complicated-looking situation actually being quite simple.

Most of her flights with Massimo had been painless—even enjoyable. Her first flight to the ABC Casino in Las Vegas was perhaps the nicest though. Massimo hadn't been trying to show off, but that private jet was outfitted with every luxury imaginable.

Yet Massimo seemed to take it all for granted. It was a little crazy. Sure, Elena could say that her first surprise use of the jet was easily her best experience on it, but she never forgot how amazing the reclining and massaging chairs were or how spacious it was or all the crazy snacks that were available.

Elena could ride that jet a thousand times and never get used to it. But even if Massimo had gotten used to his lavish lifestyle, he didn't turn up his nose at simple things either. Elena clearly recalls on their commercial flight back from Florida how content Massimo was.

Elena also clearly recalls how much that had surprised her back then. Massimo had seemingly fit so many contradictions into himself. Elena wondered if there were even more contradictions she hadn't uncovered.

If Massimo could enjoy both normal experiences and luxury ones, who's to say he couldn't enjoy Elena as both a professional coworker and also his romantic partner? If that was the case, maybe Max was less of a mask than she thought—