“Alessandra, it’s better that we call the police.”
“Thank you, Wilbur, but I’ve got this.”
Wilbur nods and calls off the security guards. They let go of Mattheo and James.
“There’s nothing to see here folks. Scram.” I say to the crowd.
I go to Mattheo and James and grab them by their collars. They are both a bloody mess.
“We’re getting into my limo and going to my house. The two of you are a mess.”
Without saying anything, the men follow me out of the gallery. I’ve texted Mattheo’s driver to meet us at a side entrance. I don’t know what I’m going to say to these two knuckleheads, but it isn’t going to be pretty.