Page 157 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“She… well… huh…” She’s crying too hard to answer properly, her words crashing into each other through shaky breaths and panic.

“Aisha, breathe.” I try to calm her but she doesn't even take it.

“I… I didn’t know who else to call and she… she wouldn’t listen and now…”

“Aisha.” I clip, needing her to cut to the chase. “Talk to me.”

“She left this morning and then…” She sobs, the sound catching hard in her throat. “There was an accident.”

Everything inside me halts.

“What?” I can’t even hear the sound of my own voice. “Where are they?”

“The clinic,” she cries. “They transferred them and I’m… Robert, Blue…”

The rest blurs.

“Send me the address.” I’m already moving, my pulse pounding hard in my ears. “Now.”

“I’m leaving.” I shove the office doors open again.

Enzo straightens immediately at whatever he sees on my face.

McLain doesn’t, he watches me with a knowing glint in his eyes.

“That serious?” McLain sets his glass down slowly.

“Yes.”

“What happened?” Enzo asks, already pushing to his feet.

“It’s about my woman and my daughter.”

The words silence the room completely.

Even me, because I’ve never said them out loud before, claiming them openly.

“Go.” McLain’s expression changes to understanding.

“Robert…” Enzo is already reaching for his jacket.

But I’m out before he finishes, leaving him to hop behind me in an attempt to catch up.

The elevator takes too long.

The lobby takes too long.

Breathing takes too long.

By the time I hit the parking garage with my men idling, I’m already broken in places I haven’t let anyone touch in years.

“Keys!”

I swervethe car out of the parking garage, hard enough for the tires to scream against concrete.

“Jesus Christ.” Enzo grabs the handle above the door immediately as I cut across two lanes without waiting for the traffic to clear completely. “Robert.”

I barely hear him, the city blurring past in streaks of glass, headlights, and hushed noise.