Page 86 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“Yeah, but God is in the details.”

“Interesting metaphor.”

Enzo exhales, dropping the weight this time, letting it hit the ground with a dull thud before he straightens fully.

“Do I need to repeat everything I just said, or are we pretending this is optional?”

“I heard you… enough at least.” I flick the rope once, letting it fall loose at my feet.

“No, you didn’t,” he counters immediately. “You’ve been somewhere else for the last ten minutes.”

“Say what you need to say.” My gaze stiffens slightly.

“I should?” He studies me for a second.

“Nothing will stop you.”

“Well.” He swings a hand about. “This about the woman?”

He hit the nail straight through the brain.

I don’t respond immediately, but I don’t deny it either.

And that’s enough for him. He lets out a quiet breath, running a hand over the back of his neck before looking back at me.

“Robert.”

I meet his gaze, like nothing is out of place even though I haven't heard him say my name in over two decades.

He watches me for a second longer than necessary. Calculating.

“You’re like this because of her?” He questions, calmly this time.

“It’s about the child.” I deflate and that gets his attention.

His posture shifts slightly, the casual edge slipping into something more honed as he folds his arms across his chest.

“Alright,” he drags the word out just a fraction. “Let’s hear it.”

I bend to pick up the rope, not because I need it, but because standing still with this in my head doesn’t work.

“She’s mine.” I put it out like it's a fact. Because it is. Hopefully.

Enzo lets out a short breath through his nose, something close to a laugh but not quite.

“That fast?”

“I’ve already done the math.”

“And?” He pushes. “Math doesn’t make children, Robert.”

“I saw her.”

“That’s not evidence.” He claps back.

“It’s enough.” I bite out and he pauses.

And I know it's not about what I said, but how I said it.