The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Tyler tapped his signature cane on the floor with a wink and a smile. “I’m just stopping by to say hello. Please, don’t let me interrupt your fun.”

“You’re not allowed in the state of New York without my express permission,” Massimo gritted out. “Permission which I never gave you.”

“Yes, of course,” Tyler replied with a twirl of his cane, “but we are on the border, so it’s bit of an edge case wouldn’t you say?”

Tyler laughed. Massimo didn’t. The rest of the mafia attendees didn’t seem to know how to react, so they simply didn’t.

“How about this,” Tyler suggested. “I just say a quick word to some acquaintances and then be on my way?”

Before Massimo could refute him, Tyler’s eyes found Rocco and lit up.

“Congratulations on the engagement, Rocco,” Tyler enthused, expertly weaving through the room and releasing the tense atmosphere. With another smile and his comfortable posture, Tyler had the rest of the attendees thinking nothing was wrong.

Massimo stomped over to Tyler. He knew he couldn’t let him out of his sight.

“No,” Tyler laughed, “not everyone could pick a woman like you did. I myself recently found two lovely women I can’t decide between!”

Massimo’s blood ran cold.

“One’s a real bombshell–perfect curves, hair, and soft lips. She’s practically a model with that bright hair of hers. I enjoy spoiling the hell out of her,” Tyler innocently told Rocco.

“But this other girl,” Tyler continued, “while more plain is smarter, too. And her stubborn streak makes it all the more enjoyable when I get her to submit to me. If you asked me to choose between them, I simply couldn’t.”

Massimo wanted to fight Tyler right there for daring to describe his wife and doctor in such vulgar terms. But he couldn’t make a scene here–not with the Contis watching. His situation with them was already too unstable.

If Massimo lost his cool, everyone would know something was wrong. If the other families found out that Tyler had stolen two of Massimo’s people, the Mafia King would look weak. Even if Tyler was in the wrong, it wouldn’t matter–the snake would successfully have everyone questioning Massimo’s ability to rule with an iron fist.

“Let’s get back to business,” Massimo said, cutting between Rocco and Tyler. “Then you and the rest of your family will have some time left for sight–seeing.”

Massimo turned to Tyler sharply. “And if you’re two much of a fool to not decide between two women, Tyler, you clearly deserve to lose them both.”

Elena looked through the open window to Aria’s room. For the first time since their capture, Tyler had left the window open. Elena could see that Aria, though very shaken, was physically unharmed.

“I’m fine,” Aria insisted with an unsteady voice. “You’re the one who looks like a zombie, y’know.”

Elena wanted to laugh but she didn’t have the energy. She settled for a comforting smile,

Aria frowned. “I hate to say it, El, but I don’t think Massimo is coming to save us. It’s been too long–if only we had a way out of here on our own…”

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Aria sighed. Elena could clearly see her friend was starting to get depressed.

At her friend’s words, Elena remembered Tyler’s deal–that he would let the two of them go if Elena agreed to marry him. Would he actually let Aria go? How long would Elena have to pretend to be his wife before she could also escape?

Suddenly, the metal plate in the window came down with a loud thud. At the same moment Aria’s yelp cut off, Elena’s apartment door opened.

Tyler was there. And he was fuming mad.

“How was your day, my dearest husband?” Elena asked. She stood up and walked over to him, wearing a fake

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