The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 5

Elena jerked back from Massimo, a hand defensively on her necklace. The ring, of course, was from her husband. Well, it had been given to her by Mr. Fabio on behalf of her husband a day or so after he dropped off the marriage certificate.

Mr. Fabio had shown her a tight smile and asked for her patience as he handed her the little ring box. “He’s a good boy, when you can drag him away from his work.” He promised her husband would be over soon.

Despite still having never seen the man, Elena didn’t want to treat the ring poorly. It was beautiful and delicate, and Mr. Fabio had looked so pleased to present it to her. It seemed rude to just leave it in a box on her dresser and never open it.

After all, Elena had decided, all on her own, to marry and escape her former life. It felt right to wear the symbol of that choice.

Unfortunately, Elena really wasn’t supposed to keep anything on her hands while caring for patients at the hospital. Not only would it get dirty, but the metal of her ring could cause her plastic gloves to break if she had to perform a surgery. So Elena had borrowed one of her roommate’s necklace chains and strung her ring on that.

Wearing it as a necklace seemed like the perfect solution.

Until this moment.

“Yes,” Elena gritted out. “I have a wonderful husband—what does that have to do with me treating your leg? With me doing my job at all, in fact?”

For a moment, Elena feared the rumors of Massimo being uninterested in women were wrong. A man in his position could easily hire women to receive “favors” for the kind of generous salary he offered. Should she have been more careful before accepting his job offer?

And fighting him off would cause a new slew of troubles. The dead mafia men all around her clearly advertised how bad of an idea it was to make an enemy of the Ferraro.

But, if push came to shove, Elena would burn this golden bridge if she had to.

Massimo let his hand drop, freeing Elena from his clutches. “Relax. I have no interest in women of your ilk.”

Elena bit back the insults forming on her tongue. She didn’t have time for her boss’s chauvinistic antics. There were plenty of people who needed her help.

And, luckily for her, Massimo wasn’t one of them.

Schooling her expression, Elena rose and took charge of the scene. She instantly started sorting people based on their injuries—who could wait and who couldn’t. She opened up her bag of medical supplies and got to work.

As she started treating a more severe patient, she shouted orders to those mostly unharmed to help out with simple tasks. Disinfecting wounds, applying burn creams, and wrapping bandages could be done by those without any training with simple guidance. Elena found her rhythm quickly as she settled into her duties.

Digging out bullet casings and making stitches on conscious men without anesthetics was nerve-wrecking but also calming. Elena knew what to do here, and she wouldn’t doubt herself. Even when Luca brought her extra supplies, she didn’t halt her work.

“Thank you,” Elena said, continuing her stitch work and not looking up. “Could you check on that man over there? Let me know if his friend managed to staunch the bleeding or not.”

Massimo watched his new personal physician with interest. The fact she could ignore the dead mafia traitors on the ground and stay focused was unexpected. Even if she was a woman.

In fact, Elena had adapted to her role better than Massimo would’ve expected a male doctor to. Even emergency responders tended to freeze up when thrust into a crime scene. But the woman he hired performed admirably.

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