The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Massimo’s call was answered with a sigh.

“Now’s not a good time,” a woman’s voice hurriedly stated “Call back later.”

“It won’t take long,” Massimo said, matching her annoyed one.

She sighed again. Massimo could faintly make out a different voice, a man’s voice, on the line, too. He had to strain to hear what was said.

“Just hang up.” Was that the same man Massimo had heard earlier when he visited his wife’s apartment? Their meeting was so brief Massimo couldn’t be sure.

“Listen,” Massimo began, “I just want to-”

“No, you listen,” the woman cut him off harshly. “This isnt a good time so call back later. Goodbye.”

She immediately hung up, leaving Massimo to listen to his phone’s dial tone. He frowned at the device.

His wife wasn’t going to make this easy on him, was she?

Meanwhile on the other side of the warehouse, Elena picked up her phone. Despite having her hands full treating a bullet wound, she knew whoever was calling wouldn’t stop until she answered.

“Hello.”

“Elena,” her half–brother’s voice greeted her, “wherever you are, you need to get back home. Fast.”

Elena carefully used a pair of forceps to pull out the remaining parts of the shattered bullet. “Matteo, I don’t have time for this. I’m at work.”

“You’re not going to be working for long if Don Morello finds you. He’s ballistic that you’re not only working but married–thanks for the heads up on that dumbass move, by the way. You’re not just screwing over Dad by doing this, y’know.”

Elena began on her patient’s sutures. This was the sixth one, and she was concerned about running out of materials. Maybe she could get Luca to fetch more?

“Don’t ignore me, El,” her half–brother whined. “You could get branded a traitor for this breach of contract. You’re not too much of a dumb bitch to forget what kind of consequences traitors face, right?”

“I don’t know,” Elena snapped back, tired of having to pacify her half–brother. She should’ve blocked her whole family, not just her dad. “It’s not like I’ve known about this world longer than you or have had to actually fend for myself unlike your pathetic self.”

“Then you need to-”

“I don’t need to do shit,” Elena replied with cool fury. “If you care that much about me, you can look into who I’m working for nowadays. Then you’d know I’m fine, and I’m done playing the good little pawn.”

As Matteo squawked in indignation, Elena hung up. She barely had a moment to catch her breath before another man was giving her advice.

“Don’t have those conversations here,” Don Massimo told her. When had he come over? How long had he been watching?

“Sorry,” Elena said, donning her well–worn mask of subservience. “I won’t let anything like that interfere with my work again.”

She tied off the man’s stitches and rose to her feet. Elena looked for her next patient, but Massimo got in her way

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