Page 26 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle

My fingers curl slightly at my side, already imagining the feel of her hair wrapped between them, the way her head would tilt back, the way her eyes would water, not from weakness but from how much of my cock she’s taking, how deep I’d push it inside her.

Argh.

I want her.

And I’ve never been a man who doesn’t take what he wants.

Never learned how to.

Her head shakes before I move, before I decide anything, already rejecting it, rejecting me, like she can feel the direction of my thoughts without me saying a word.

“You’re lying.”

A soft knock comes on the door.

Perfect timing.

The door opens, and Enzo steps in, Daniel just ahead of him.

Christine’s head snaps toward the door so fast it’s almost violent.

“Daniel?” Relief first floods her, then confusion again.

“Hey.” Daniel doesn’t meet her eyes immediately.

That should tell her everything.

She’s off the bed before I can stop her, moving toward him, grabbing onto him like proximity will force an explanation out of him.

“What is he talking about?” She demands. “Daniel, what is this?”

“It's…” He stumbles over it. “It’s… It’s nothing, Chris, okay? I’ve got it handled”

“You don’t.” I clip.

That cuts through whatever lie he was about to build.

I step closer, not enough to crowd them, but enough to be felt.

“He owes me,” I continue, my gaze settling on him now. “More than he can pay.”

Christine’s grip tightens on Daniel’s arm.

“So what? That has nothing to do with me.”

“It has everything to do with you.” I look at her then.

The silence that follows is dense, stilling her.

“What… What do you mean?” She asks, stuttering now.

“He offered you.” I hold her gaze, making sure to catch the moment reality slams into her.

I watch it happen. The disbelief. The rejection. The moment it tries to rearrange itself into something that makes more sense.

“No,” she breathes. “No, that’s not… Daniel?” She turns to him again.

This time, he doesn’t answer fast enough.