Page 95 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“Lucky us.” I press my lips together, drawing in a slow breath, then another, hushing the noise in my head.

“Come on,” she waves.

I shake my head, pushing off the counter.

The thoughts ifRobert. Daniel. Everything.

But for now, they can wait.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I call after her.

I exhale again, slower this time, my shoulders dropping just slightly as I push off the counter, choosing instead to spend the night on the couch with my two favorite people.

The doorbell chimes as I step out of the kitchen.

I pause mid-step, my fingers curling slightly like I’m bracing up for impact.

It rings again.

“Got it,” I call out, my voice carrying into the sitting room before I even think about it. “Keep watching.”

Aisha glances back at me from the couch, one brow lifting slightly.

“You order food?” I ask, already walking past them, wiping my hands absently on my skirt.

Blue lights up instantly.

“Pizza.” She squeals, bouncing in place, her whole body catching the excitement like it’s contagious. “Pizza, pizza, pizza!” she sings, already dancing like the delivery is a guarantee.

Aisha snorts.

“No, baby.” She reaches out to steady her before she spins herself off the couch. “Nobody ordered pizza.”

Blue freezes, her face drops, the excitement draining so fast it almost makes me laugh.

“Oh.” She frowns, pouting.

Aisha pulls her in, pressing a quick kiss to her head, smoothing her hair back.

“We’ll get pizza another day,” she murmurs, easy, like she knows exactly how to fix it.

“Okay.” Blue nods slowly, still a little deflated, but already turning back to the TV as the cartoon pulls her attention in again.

Aisha leans back into the couch like nothing just happened. I walk toward the door.

Because it’s probably something small, it usually is.

The old neighbor maybe, the one who’s always losing that strange fox of hers and somehow believes I’m the one who’ll find it.

I reach for the handle, already half-expecting to see her standing there, apologetic, a little frantic, explaining how it slipped out again.

I pull the door open.

And everything inside me slams to a halt.

It’s not her.

It’s Robert.