The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 388

Massimo resisted the urge to yell. After all, any sound of violence might attract the lone employee's attention—or that of any commuters walking by the glass windows. So instead, Massimo whispered as furiously as he could.

"So the FBI just has security footage of the most damning parts of our entire mission tonight then," he hissed.

Luca looked pained but still straightened up all the same. "I know it's not ideal—"

"No shit."

"But," Luca continued, "the police precinct's security tapes only have so much storage. They automatically delete any unnecessary footage after a few weeks—that way they can keep the cameras running all the time. So this problem—unlike our last one—will solve itself."

"Unless the FBI or any idiot with a badge decides to review the footage," Massimo rebuked.

"Why would they do that?" Luca pressed. "We left no trace of our break-in, so there's no reason to look at the footage from this past night. We're in the clear, Don Massimo."

Massimo frowned. Luca did have a point. Why would some overworked pencil-pusher at the police station randomly look into security footage?

But, at the same time, Massimo couldn't help but feel antsy. The existence of this recording was a big smoking gun—one with Massimo's fingerprints all over it. It would be absolutely damning if anyone saw it.

The FBI had evidence that Massimo was involved in the apartment shootout, but it was unclear what they had been planning to charge Massimo with—probably assault and endangerment, at the very least. Murder, definitely. If that case had gotten off the ground, Massimo was looking at maybe twenty-five years in prison.

But it would've been difficult to prove. The FBI would need to find damning proof of Massimo's direct involvement. A good lawyer might've been able to cut Massimo's sentence time in half.

But now? Now Massimo could easily be charged with obstruction of justice and evidence destruction. He was on tape breaking into a police station and destroying his case file.

Meanwhile, Elena was also trying to make the best of a not great situation. Noah, Sloane, and Elena were supposed to be enjoying a nice little adventure around town with Noah's older brother Cameron.

It seemed nice enough. Cameron took them to fancy stores and exclusive galleries. He showed them elite little sweet stores and viewing platforms that needed a confirmed ID and name on some guest list to even enter.

It was obvious Cameron was flaunting his money and status. Even when Elena had gone on trips with Massimo, he hadn't been half as showy. Most of the time, Massimo's wealth was quiet—but Cameron's wealth was flashy and loud.

Elena also noticed how Cameron spent most of his time with Noah. That would've been fine on its own—after all, they were brothers—but Cameron would seemingly forget about Sloane and Elena entirely sometimes. Elena swore she saw Cameron do a double-take when one of the employees came out with four flutes of champagne while they were wandering around one luxury store—like he was surprised the employee would offer him and his brother two flutes each.

The worst part was that Elena didn't know Cameron well enough to tell if this was all intentional or Cameron was just a little out of touch. She didn't want to assume bad intentions without reason.