Page 83 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

Maybe I should, but right now, I don’t have the space.

“You know how Daniel is.” I shrug, like that explains everything.

Because it does. Because this is exactly who he is. And I’ve dealt with worse from him before.

“This is why I don’t like men with money.” She starts pacing, burning off energy she can’t hold. “They think everything is negotiable. Morals, boundaries, marriages… everything.”

I lean back on my elbows, watching her, too tired to match her pace, but not too tired to feel the tension still crawling under my skin.

“You know Daniel,” I repeat, quieter now, like reducing him to a name makes it smaller.

“Do I?” She snaps, stopping mid-step to look at me. “Do I know the entitled prick?” She gestures wildly, like the word isn’t big enough to hold it. “This is criminal behavior adjacent.”

Despite everything, a small breath escapes me.

She catches it.

“Don’t laugh,” she warns, pointing at me. “I’m serious. This is how documentaries start.”

“I’m not starring in a documentary, Aisha.”

“Yet,” she corrects immediately. “Because right now? You’ve got one man who clearly hasn’t accepted rejection since birth, and another one who just…” she cuts herself off, shaking her head. “No, we’re not even unpacking Robert tonight because I don’t have the emotional bandwidth for that level of chaos.”

“That makes two of us.”

She ignores that.

“We need a plan,” she continues, already moving again. “Step one, we block him.”

“He has other numbers.”

“Okay, fine. Step two, we report him.”

“To whom?”

“Well…” She pauses to consider it. “…Someone.”

I stare at her and she sighs.

“Okay, fine. Step two is we gather evidence, then report him. Step three…” her eyes light up slightly, and I already know I’m not going to like whatever comes next. “...We expose him.”

“Aisha.”

“I’m serious,” she insists. “We need screenshots and voice notes. We then send it to his wife, his family, his business partners… any and everyone.”

“No.” I push off the mattress, shaking my head.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to be tied to him any longer than necessary,” I reply, my voice firmer than I feel. “Dragging it out makes it worse.”

“He’s already making it worse.”

“I know,” I exhale, pressing my fingers briefly to my temple. “But escalating it like that? That won’t end well for me either”

She studies me long and hard. Then her shoulders drop slightly.

“Okay.” She nods, swallowing air. “For now, we handle it your way.”