The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Elena was careful to walk away from the hospital room slowly. She didn’t want to disturb Massimo or Aria. And, more relevantly, she didn’t want to risk them talking to her.

Elena was sure if she talked to Massimo right now, her resolve would shal do, that didn’t make her feel any better.

n though she knew what to

Elena cursed the fact that she had seen their private scene at all. If only Elena hadn’t forgotten her phone, she could still be living in ignorance of the heavy, complicated feelings swirling around in her chest.

But now Elena had neither her phone nor her blissful ignorance.

Elena’s father had once said that the only way to get over a problem was to drink it under the table.

It was advice aimed at an adolescent Matteo, Elena’s half–brother, not Elena herself but Elena had still heard them. At the time, she had dismissed them as pointless male blustering.

Back then, Elena had usually relied on lessons she could find in old books her mother used to read her. While Elena had been too small to actually ever get advice from her mother, she figured the wisdom found within old pages was the next best thing. Clearly her mother had to have approved of the books‘ teachings somewhat- otherwise, she never would’ve read them to Elena.

Those books were meant for children. They had simple morals and advice.

Be kind to others. Choose peace over violence. Try to make everyone happy.

Elena normally tried to listen to the parts of her that were more like her mother, but she couldn’t deny that she was also her father’s daughter. And while Elena didn’t make a habit of listening to her father, a broken clock is right twice a day, as the old saying goes. Therefore, Elena’s father, despite his many flaws and failures, could still give decent advice every now and again by sheer chance.

So Elena, heart broken and overwhelmed, walked into The Thirsty Dog Bar.

Technically owned by the Ferraros, The Thirsty Dog Bar hadn’t seen anyone of a higher ranked family than the Vitales in the last decade. Big mafia meetings happened at nicer bars, but The Thirsty Dog was still backed by Ferraro money, which meant it was too nice of a place for small crooks to be causing trouble.

So if Elena was going to get shitfaced, this was the best place to do it.

Elena sat at the bar and got the bartender’s attention.

“Hello, I’d like a glass of water and an Old Fashioned please,” she said. “Keep my tab open.‘

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The bartender nodded. He had a tan and plenty of muscle–it wasn’t hard to imagine that his day–job involved busting heads for some mafia family or another. He also had a few tattoos of animal silhouettes.

Elena could imagine Aria fawning over him, complimenting his looks, and somehow ending the night at his apartment. It was so easy for her to get men to like her.

Elena frowned. Getting jealous of her roommate wasn’t the point of tonight.

As soon as the man set down her drink, Elena drank it like a shot.

The bartender looked at her curiously. “One of those nights?” he asked sympathetically.

“Yeah,” Elena replied disinterested. She pushed the empty glass back towards him. “I’ll take another please.‘

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Chapter 66

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The problem with drinking is that it didn’t actually make it harder to think. Elena could ruminate on all her problems just as easily as she could sober.

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