Page 15 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

He leans forward slightly, eager now, like he’s found a solution he can live with.

“She’s… she’s beautiful. You must have seen her, didn’t you? At the bar, in a red dress, she was with you…”

I don’t interrupt him.

“She’ll do whatever I ask,” he continues, convincing himself as much as me. “Just… keep her until I figure something out.”

I study him for a long second, pretending this doesn’t make me want to float.

He offers her up so easily, guileless in a way that should irritate me more than it does. Maybe it would, if I hadn’t been quietly hoping it would come to this.

Because really, what right do I have to want someone all to myself? To even think it?

None.

But I’ve never been a man built for restraint. I’m already halfway to hell, so what’s one more sin stacked neatly on top?

“I’ll accept.”

“You do?” Relief floods his face too quickly. He doesn’t understand what he’s just done and that's fine.

“Room 1703,” I tell calmly. “Take her there.”

“Thank you.” He nods, already standing, already moving, like he’s afraid the offer will disappear if he doesn’t act fast enough.

The door closes behind him and the quiet returns, but it feels different now. It feels defined.

I lean back in my chair, the faintest hint of a smile touching the corner of my mouth.

I close my eyes to imagine exactly how this is going to unfold.

My smile fades, something darker taking its place.

If this is the road to hell, at least now, I know exactly why I’m taking it.