Page 87 of Obsessed by My Ex's Mafia Uncle
He studies me again, slower this time, like he’s trying to measure how deep this goes before he decides how to respond.
“You’re serious.” He exhales, rubbing his jaw like he’s already tired of this conversation. “Okay,” he nods once. “Let’s assume for a second you’re not jumping to conclusions. You’re still missing something.”
“I’m not.”
“You are,” he counters, sharper now. “Because Daniel is still in the picture.”
“So?”
“He’s your nephew,” Enzo continues, like I need the reminder. “Same bloodline. Same features. It’s not far-fetched for a child to resemble you and still be his.”
“No, not like that.”
“Come on.” He lifts a brow. “You saw her for what? Five minutes?”
“The entire night.”
He shakes his head slightly, stepping closer now.
“Even though, that’s not all it takes for you to decide the child is yours.”
I go still because that's closer to the truth than I like. But not close enough.
“She is,” I clip, my voice lower now. “I know it.”
Enzo lets out a breath, pacing once like he needs to rip off the frustration before it turns into madness.
“I don't want you to get your hopes up,” he pleads with his eyes. “You want her to be… I know you miss being a father. But this…” He gestures vaguely, like the situation itself is the problem “…this might not turn out the way you're imagining.”
“It will.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do.” My certainty irritates him. I see the slight shift in his expression.
The moment he realizes I’m not going to walk this back, not going to entertain alternatives just to make the situation easier to digest.
“So what?” He asks finally. “You’re just going to claim a child because she has your eyes?”
“It’s not just that.”
“Then what is it?” He probes.
“She knows I'm the father.”
Enzo goes still. Not completely.
“She, as in the mother?”
“Yeah.” I nod. “I told her we needed to talk about the child.”
“And?” His brows furrow.
“She went ghost mode.”
He exhales, then scoffs.
“That’s not confirmation,” he grinds out, but there’s less certainty in it now.
