The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

As she hit send, Elena yawned. She really needed to go to bed.

“Hey, Aria,” Elena called into the kitchen, “mind if I take that tea to my room. I don’t think I can stay up for another minute–I’ll pass out.”

Massimo sat in his office. Instead of doing valuable work, he was staring at his phone.

“Don Massimo,” Luca called out, “would you like me to stop my report here?”

Massimo didn’t look up. “No. Continue.”

The good thing about Luca was that he didn’t push Massimo on anything trivial. He didn’t complain about Massimo’s mood or pester him for explanations. It was one the reasons Massimo found his second–in–command so valuable.

Luca continued as if nothing had happened. “I’m sure you’re aware, but the criminal empire is unstable right now. I think the Pesci family’s actions last night are symptomatic of that instability.”

Massimo agreed with the sentiment. It seemed like all the mafia families were testing the waters lately, seeing how much they could get away with. Seeing if they could end up on top.

Luca hesitated for a moment. “And the matter of your lack of heir is not helping the situation.”

Massimo looked up from his phone and abandoned it on his desk. He sat up straighter.

“I think the issue of a traitor within the Ferraro family is more pressing, soldier,” Massimo said coldly.

Unfortunately, Luca was in his position because he wasn’t easily cowed–not even by his own boss. He didn’t even flinch or blink at the outburst. Massimo realized Luca had probably expected such a reaction

They had been working together for a while, so Massimo knew, on some level, that it shouldn’t be surprising that Luca could anticipate his actions. Massimo reminded himself that he knew Luca’s own nervous ticks, like thumbing a bullet before loading it into his gun or digging his nails into his palms. Their relationship was a two- way street.

Still, Massimo couldn’t help but feel uneasy at the revelation Luca could predict his actions. If there was one thing a don could not be, it was predictable. Predictable was only one step away from manipulable.

And manipulable was only one step away from dead.

“Don Massimo,” Luca said with the perfect amount of subservient stubbornness, “while you are correct that finding the traitor is a high priority, stabilizing your position as Don of All Dons is more important. If you’re killed, your power would fall into anyone’s hands, even the traitor within your own circle. You have worked too hard for me to allow such a possibility, sir.”

“What are you proposing then?” Massimo asked.

“I’m proposing that your grandfather is right—you need to be married and have an heir, And while you’re legally married, we both know you’re not really married. Not yet.”

“So,” Luca continued, walking up to the edge of his boss‘ desk, “I’m proposing that you meet this woman in person.”

“You were there the last time I met her,” Massimo spat through his teeth.

“You didn’t go into her apartment and you didn’t actually see her,” Luca countered, “so maybe she’s a slut or maybe she’s a saint. You’ll only know for certain if you actually talk to her and get to know her. Then you can decide yourself whether she should be the Mafia King’s par ner and all that entails.”

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Massimo recognized that it was a good idea. But such a realization also soured his mood. Massimo hated dealing in gray areas.

“What if she’s with the traitor?”

Luca paused for a moment. That was another thing about Luca: he didn’t speak or act rashly.

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