Page 158 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

Everything is moving too fucking slow.

I force the car harder through traffic, engine roaring beneath us.

“She sent the clinic address?" I ask, tossing my phone at him.

“Yes,” Enzo answers quickly, one hand going through my phone to read it out, the other braced against the dashboard now like he’s accepted death might be nearby.

I press harder on the accelerator and the car surges forward violently.

“Robert,” Enzo warns, his voice fraying as another car horn blares beside us. “You killing both of us isn’t going to help them.

I ignore him.

Because all I can hear is: accident.

All I can see is: fire.

My chest caves inward so suddenly that I almost can’t breathe through it.

This can't be happening again.

The light ahead turns red.

I drive through it anyway.

“Mother of…” Enzo curses, gripping harder as another car narrowly misses us. “Are you trying to recreate the accident yourself?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re the one driving like a grieving widower in a revenge film!”

His words hit close to him but I bite it down.

I push the car faster until the clinic finally comes into view twenty brutal minutes later.

I barely stop the car before hopping out, slamming the door hard enough to echo through the lot.

The smell of antiseptic and bleach rams into my nostrils the moment I enter.

Hospitals always smell too sterile for the amount of suffering inside them.

I hate it.

My eyes scan the place, searching.

Aisha is standing near the waiting area looking like she’s been hollowed out from the inside.

The second she sees me, her face crumples.

“Robert…”

“Where are they?” I close the distance fast.

“They’re still…” Her voice breaks apart. She wipes angrily at her face before trying again. “They’re still with the doctors.”

“Was Blue hurt?” The question scrapes out harsher than I intend.

“I don’t know.” She shakes her head quickly. “I don’t know yet.”