The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Elena’s priority in life had always been to make enough money to disappear from the mafia for good. That’s why her problems had started spiraling out of control–she had let her priorit

The solution was simple–Elena just needed to focus on her simple moti

Just keep her head down, work

with Massimo for the rest of the year, and then take the money and never look back.

It’s the only goal Elena could work towards. It’s the only one that felt right.

Whether Elena has a husband or not, or how she feels about her boss aren’t important.

Elena noticed that her bartender was not looking particularly good. He had been taking a sip of water nearly every time he delivered a customer’s drink and looked really tired. He looked more like a man who had finished a marathon run than someone who was bartending before the dinner rush.

“Hey,” Elena said, calling him over, “are you alright?”

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He plastered on a fake smile and nodded. But Elena was unconvinced. She luckily had her medical bag on her- considering Aria’s accident, it had seemed like a smart idea to bring it along.

Elena used it now to help the man in front of her. “This is a weird question, but are you diabetic?”

The man nodded. “Thank, ma’am, but I’m fine. I’m picking up my medication after tonight. Insulin is really expensive so-”

Elena found the right medicine and injected it into the man’s arm. “Yes, but if you don’t take it, you’re going to die. It seems like you’ve been skipping out on it for longer than you should have. If you don’t have money, try St. Camillus Hospital–tell them Doctor Elena Vitale sent you, okay?”

As the man took a moment to respond, Elena realized she might’ve drank more than she should’ve. Her bedside manner right now was terrible–she hadn’t even explained what she had injected him with or asked for permission!

“Sorry,” Elena said suddenly but the bartender cut her off.

“No, thank you,” he insisted. “You… you should head out now. Some of the rougher gi

etting in.”

Elena looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 6pm. She understood the man’s warning.

Elena nodded, settled her tab, and headed for the door.

Not fast enough apparently. Someone whistled near her ear. As Elena turned, two men got in her way, blocking her path.

“What’s a pretty young thing like you doing here?” one asked her.

Elena smiled. “Just leaving.”

She took a step forward, hoping they would take the hint. But the two men didn’t move Elena was trapped.

The other reached for her arm. “Don’t be like that-”

But before he could make contact, Elena felt herself get pulled backwards. Strong arms held her waist.

“I would advise you to leave this woman alone. Now.”

Only one person could growl out his words like that. Only one person could make two hardened mafia men flee in

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an instant.

As her harassers wisely retreated, Elena looked up behind her. Massimo wadeed holding her.

Elena laughed softly. She was definitely more drunk than she realized i man, looking at her with such affection.

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allucinating her boss, a married

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