Page 187 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle
“Daniel…” I walk back toward him slowly. “You threatened her.” My voice is calm. Too calm.
“I was angry.” He gulps, trembling.
“You kept calling her.”
“I was trying to get her attention.”
“You terrified her.” My jaw clenches at the thought.
“I…” Regret flashes across his face now. “I’m sorry… I’m really sorry.”
“I don’t care if you’re family.” I crouch slightly in front of him, elbows resting loosely on my knees.
His breathing stutters.
“I didn’t try to kill them,” he whispers immediately.
“Wrong answer.” I grab his hand and he screams before I even do anything, pure instinct already kicking in.
“Robert please…”
I clamp the blades down on the nail of his ring finger and I pull.
Daniel’s scream tears through the room so violently that one of the younger guards actually looks away.
Blood runs instantly down his hand, dripping onto the floor in thick red taps.
“Now,” I stare at him. “You’re going to tell me everything.”
“I SWEAR I DON’T KNOW anything.” He sobs so hard the words barely form properly. “I swear on my mother, Robert!”
“Yeah, bless her sweet soul.” I tilt my head slightly, not buying into his gimmicks. “You still have nine more.”
His entire body convulses in panic.
“Please…” He’s choking on his own breathing now. “Please listen to me.”
“Talk.” I straighten fully this time.
“I hired people to watch her once a long time ago.” His confession spills out rapidly now. “I wanted updates then, but that was it. I wanted to know where she was going and who she was seeing when we broke up. But I would never hurt Christine.” His voice shakes violently.
“Name of the truck driver,” I demand.
“It wasn’t me, please.” He begs, sobbing.
I study him while he cries through broken breaths.
“You love her?” I ask finally.
“Yes…” His swollen eye lifts toward me. “I loved her, and I still do.. But not enough to hurt her and a child. I’m not some psycho.”
Daniel is obsessive, immature, and entitled.
But this?
This level of calculated violence?
He doesn’t have the stomach for it.
