Page 162 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

“No!” She snaps at her, her eyes blazing with something rawer than anger.

It's fear. Pure fucking terror.

“Get away from us.” She screams again, tears streaming uncontrollably now. “Stay the fuck away from my baby and me!”

My chest folds inward, the hurt driving through like a chainsaw tearing into flesh and bone.

“Christine, listen to me…”

“No!” She recoils further into the bed, shaking badly now. “No, no, no! This is because of you!”

Her words hit like blunt force, the ground under my feet wobbling… or my legs suddenly are.

“This is because of you.” She sobs. “They almost killed my baby.”

“Christine…” My voice breaks this time.

“I said stay away from us.” She yells harder. “Please…” Her eyes snap desperately toward Aisha. “Please get him away from us! Please!”

The machines start beeping faster.

“What’s…” A nurse rushes in immediately. She sees the scene and clocks it. “Sir, you need to step outside.”

I don’t move. I can't.

“Robert.” Aisha starts, her voice shaking. “Please.”

I nod, my body feeling impossibly limp as I step backward.

Christine breaks harder the closer I get to the door, crying openly now, repeating the same thing over and over.

“Stay away from us…”