Page 149 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“That’s exactly the problem!”

Aisha stares at me, startled. And I don’t think it’s because I raised my voice, but because she can see the fear now.

“I need to get Blue out of here.”I grip the edge of the suitcase, trying to stabilize myself but it doesn’t help. My hands are trembling too badly. “Before this person makes good on their threat.”

I walk toward her before I even realize I’m moving. Then my hands are on her shoulders, clasping the fabric of her sweatshirt.

I feel myself shaking.

“And I get it.” Aisha nods, even though her voice trembles too now. “But just running without an actual plan?”

“Yes…” The word explodes out of me.

“What if they follow you?”

“They said I should leave Robert, and running means leaving him, right?”

“Right?” I ask again, waiting for someone… something to tell me I’m doing the right thing.

“Right.” She swallows through the word, nodding.

I step back, taking a moment to breathe in as much air as I can pass through my lungs.

“I’ll tell Robert later,” I murmur, more to myself than her. “After I get her somewhere safe. After I think.”

“Keep me posted.” She pulls me into a quick hug, exhaling warm breath into my neck.

“I will.” I pull back, offering my best fake smile.

Aisha is still watching, still trying to figure out how to stop me without saying the wrong thing.

I don’t give either of us room for it.

“Blue,” I call out, already moving toward the front door. “Finish your breakfast, baby, we’re leaving!”

Tiny footsteps answer immediately.

Then she appears around the corner in one of her oversized onesies, curls messy from sleep, spoon still in her hand.

“Leaving where?”

“To Grandma Maribel’s.”

“Really?” Her face lights up.

“Yes.” Despite everything clawing through me, my mouth twitches slightly.

“Forever?” She frowns.

“No.”

“How many days?” Her eyes narrow.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Will there be goats?” She’s still frowning.

“No goats.”