Page 119 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

She tilts her head slightly, studying me again, but this time it’s different.

Less questioning.

More… certain.

“Robert has a type,” she offers after a moment. “He pretends he doesn’t, but he does.”

“Do I care?” I raise a brow.

“Mmh.” She hums, tapping her fingers lightly against the armrest. “He likes women who don’t fold or bend over because he tells them to.”

“Good for them.”

“You should take the invitation.” She leans forward slightly again, just enough to close the distance without making it obvious.

“Hard pass.” I clip.

“Suit yourself.” She rises slowly from the chair, smoothing down her jacket. “I was this rigid when he was moving in my direction. Now, I’m the best friend.”

Her words hit me, but it is the quick dim in her eyes that lingers more.

I know what she’s not saying. I hear it anyway.

“Whatever exists between Robert and me is one thing.” My voice trembles as I go. “What he said about not wanting anything to do with my child… His child…”

“A child he didn’t know existed until recently,” she cuts in. “Give the man a fucking break.”

“He could have asked for time.”

“He was afraid.”

“Of what?”

“Of…” She stops herself, the rest caught somewhere behind her teeth. “You’ll have to hear that from him.”

She steps back then, not retreating, just… creating space. Like she’s done pushing.

“Well, he had the chance and blew it.” I fold my arms across my chest, firm in my decision.

“Think about the cookout.” She turns toward the door, not looking back. “Or don’t.”

Her hand pauses on the handle.

“But life isn’t always black and white,” she adds, quieter this time.

And then she’s gone.

I let out a breath that’s been sitting in my stomach.

It’s not even about what he said anymore.

It’s about what I’m starting to see.

The call from earlier feels wrong in a way I can’t ignore. Daniel is reckless, yes, but not like that.

Robert was right.

He needs to stay away.