The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Elena found Luca and informed him of what medical supplies she’d need restocked. If something like this. happened again—which she knew it would–Elena wanted them to be as prepared as possible.

Luca nodded along. “I’ll get right on that, Doctor, but you should restock your personal go–bag, too, so that we’re ready for unforeseen emergencies. Keep the receipts, and I make sure you’re reimbursed for the expenses.”

Elena perked up at the mention of not paying out of pocket for her supplies. But she was more pleased that Luca had called her by her title. She had proven her worth–at least a little bit–tonight.

Luca handed her a nondescript shopping bag. “You should change into something less bloody before you leave. Bathroom’s down that way and then hang a right–first door on the left.”

Elena looked down and realized that an outfit change would be necessary. She hadn’t had the time to worry about something so trivial when people’s lives were on the line, but she could now acknowledge her clothes would need a thorough wash. Even then, the blood might still stain.

She resolved to pack a spare set of scrubs in her medical kit

“Where’s your apartment?” Luca asked. “I–or one of the other men, if you prefer–can give you a lift home.”

“Would that be okay?” Elena asked, unable to keep her enthusiasm under wraps. She was not looking forward to navigating four different subway lines and then two buses to get home during peak public transportation hours.

“It’s not,” Massimo said curtly, stiffly walking towards them. “Luca, we need to move up that meeting, which means we have to leave now.”

“Apologies, Don Massimo,” Luca replied. He shot an apologetic look at Elena. “Get home safely, Dr. Elena.”

Elena smiled back, even though she was annoyed. Her boss really was taking out something bad on her, that’s for

sure.

“Of course,” Elena said. “And should you need me, you know my number.”

It took Elena much longer to get home than it took to leave it early this past morning, and it was also a less enjoyable journey overall. As she entered her apartment, she could only think about getting some rest.

Bubbly Aria was sprawled out on the couch, reading a book, but still cheerily greeted Elena. Elena couldn’t find the energy to speak. Aria frowned.

“You poor thing! How early did the hospital call you in? No, don’t answer: I’m making us tea and drawing you a bath.”

“I really just want to lie down and sleep,” Elena confessed.

“Say no more. Oh, but before I forget, you left your phone on the counter and someone called while you were out.”

That certainly woke Elena from her tired daze.

Elena had two phones–one her family knew about, because it was for mafia business, and the other they didn’t, because it was for regular life. She used to only have one, but after her half–brother Matteo called and almost stupidly revealed to Aria that Elena and her family were part of the mafia, Elena had gotten a second one. She liked to keep her two lives separate, especially now when she had a good chance of cutting off ties with the mafia world in another year.

Elena frowned and grabbed her civilian phone. The caller wasn’t in her contacts.

“Did they say who they were? What they wanted?”

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“No, they didn’t,” Aria said, suddenly sheepish. “I was on alate, so I told the guy to call back later. He seemed a little tense.”

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