All Chapters of Married To My Ex-Husband's Uncle: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Xena.“What did you just say?” Dante’s voice intensified as he pressed Gerald against the wall.Gerald grunted, struggling to get free. Meanwhile, his men still had their guns raised at Dante.And the Yale elder seemed not to give a fuck. Personally, I didn't care for the comment. But Dante...“Don't make me repeat myself, Gerald,” he growled. “What. Did. You. Say?”Gerald opened his mouth, but before anything could come out, Dante tossed him to the ground.The guns clicked.“Stop!!!”Everything seemed to freeze at Gerald's command. The guards hesitated for a while, just glancing at each other, unsure of what to do.I rolled my eyes.“Put the guns down. Jeez, does everyone in the Yale family have a screw loose?”They didn't say anything at first. Then one of them looked at Gerald, while the other kept his eyes on Dante.“Drop the guns, boys.” Gerald coughed, then managed to sit up, blood trickling from his nose.At that, they dropped their weapons.Gerald sat up slowly.Like a man who

Xena.“I said no.” Dante stared at me like I'd lost my mind. He stood at the entrance of his study room. For a moment it seemed like the room was holding its breath. “Xena…” I raised my hand, cutting him off entirely. “Don't do that.” His eyes narrowed on me.“After Gerald left, you acted all cold and now…” I set my mug down and met his eyes. “Now you act like nothing happened a few moments ago?” "Something did happen a few minutes ago." His voice was even. "I found Reeves.""That's not what I mean and you know it."He looked at me and I met his stare. Neither of us moved.Then he set his keys down.That surprised me more than anything else that had happened tonight. He set his keys down and crossed back into the room.He stopped on the other side of the desk."What do you want me to say?"I blinked."Something," I said. "Anything." I unfolded my arms. "You pinned your brother to a wall over one word and then sent me upstairs like I was twelve.""You went.""I know I went." That

Dante.I pulled up at the abandoned driveway. Looking out the window, I immediately cursed under my breath.I hadn't seen this place since I was a kid. The buildings had overgrown weeds. Some already climbing the walls.Even a blind man would obviously sense the loneliness of the surroundings. "This better be worth it." I muttered under my breath as I stepped out Coming here alone was a bad idea. Even though the contract stated none of my family members could touch me. It said nothing about Reeves.I signaled Victor with two fingers.He moved to the left entrance. Two others took the right. I went straight through the middle because I'd spent seven years learning that the direct path told you more than the careful one.The building smelled like dust and old paper. Something underneath both of those things felt wrong but I couldn't immediately place itMy footsteps were the only sound.The ground floor was empty. Filing cabinets rusted shut. Desks that hadn't been touched in years. A

Xena.The park was empty enough at this hour that my footsteps were the loudest thing around.Good.I needed loud footsteps and nothing else for a while.The cold hit my face the moment I'd stepped outside. I pulled my jacket tighter and kept moving. If I stopped now it would feel like an invitation for everything I'd just left behind to catch up with me. The house. The sitting room. Dante's eyes moving from my face to the room and back again with that specific quiet that meant he was already three steps ahead of whatever I was willing to give him.I'd walked out before he could get to four.My phone buzzed.I didn't check it.It buzzed again before the first one finished. Then twice more in quick succession.I put it in my other pocket and kept walking.The park in the early morning had its own population. Joggers who took it seriously. Dog owners who didn't. A man on a bench with a coffee cup reading something on his phone like the rest of the world didn't exist yet.I envied him.

Adrian.The gates opened the moment I approached. Dexter fell into step beside me with a towel, draping it over my neck without being asked."Welcome home, sir."I didn't respond. He had a way of making it feel like one — the penthouse, the quiet efficiency, the complete absence of questions. Xena would have liked him. I handed the towel back and pushed toward the entrance.What I couldn't let pass was the park.I have never apologized to you.I'd meant it when I said it. That was the part that kept snagging. Not the accusation — I'd been accused of worse by people with better evidence — but the way she'd looked when I denied it. It was like those of someone whose internal math had just stopped working.Xena didn't make that kind of mistake.Light bled through the glass panel beside the front door.I stopped.I had switched them off before I left. Not the vague certainty of habit — the specific kind. I'd stood there with my hand still on the switch, the room already dark, nothing part