“I think I’m more amazing for being in heels less than 48 hours after you and your brothers hit me like a line of dump trucks.” She chuckled. “But I’ll take the compliment, thank you.”
“That is amazing too. As is taking the line of dump trucks.” I raised an eyebrow. “But really. This could all be over soon because of you.”
She nodded. “I sure hope so. You didn’t tell your brothers did you?”
I shook my head. “I lied to Huxley. It was awful.”
“I’m sorry to make you do that, but it’s the only way it’ll work.” She rubbed my arm. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to him.” I laughed, knowing she could more than make good on that promise. “Okay, I’m gonna go. Text me when it’s done.”
I nodded. “I will. You’re sure the Sadie piece is going to work out?”
“Trust me,” she responded. “She’s a good person. It’s going to work.” She gave me one last peck on the lips and then twirled from the room.
Her timing was impeccable, because not long after she skated from the room, my dad, Dante and one of his men, Asher, walked in, along with Malia, wearing an extravagant wedding dress. He was a tall, muscular man who looked like he could kill me with one punch if he wanted, and if he didn’t have two guns clearly visible on either side of his waist.
“Harley!” Dante greeted. “I’m so glad you decided to come around. You and my girl are gonna be good.” He closed in on me and shoved a finger into my chest. “But remember, she’s like a sister to me, so if you hurt her, I’ll hurt you.”
“Yes sir.” I thought my heart was going to come hopping out of my chest. I was leaving it all up to Alexa to make sure that that part didn’t happen. I trusted her, but it was still nerve wracking.
Dante pointed at the envelope in my hand. “Are those the wedding certificates?”
“Yep, and the property papers. They just left my lawyer’s hands seconds ago.” I handed them over to Dante and he pulled them out.
He flicked through them and then handed them to Asher who looked them over as well. He handed them back to me with a crooked grin. “They look good, boss.”
“Excellent,” Dante said. “Well then. Let’s get to signing.”
I set the papers out on the desk in the order Sadie told me to and signed on the lines she told me to and directed Malia to do the same. I tried to keep my composure in spite of the fact that I could feel the sweat pooling at my brow.
“You okay, son?” my dad asked. “You look like you’re gonna be sick.”
Leave it up to my damn dad. “Just, uh, wedding nerves. Pop. Time for you to sign.” I handed the pen over to him and pointed to a line on the wedding certificate. “Right here.”
My dad signed on the line I directed him to and then set the pen down on the desk. “That’s that then?”
Dante held his hand out to Asher and he pulled a tri-folded pack of papers out of his back pocket. Dante held them up in front of us, pulled his lighter from his pocket and flicked it open. I pulled out my cell phone and started a video recording.
“Uh, if you could just look right here and tell me what you’re doing?” I asked.
Asher reached for one of his guns, but Dante held out a hand. “It’s fine. He’s a smart man not to trust a mobster.” He smiled right at the camera. “I Dante do hereby dissolve the contract between Richard Foxx and Dimitri Marcello, as all of the terms of the contract have been satisfied.” He set the lighter’s flickering flame to the edge of the papers and held it up as they burned away in front of us. When the flames were reaching the edges of the paper, Dante dropped it into a nearby trash can and I stopped recording. I took a few quick seconds to send the video to Alexa before putting my phone back in my pocket.
“Well, let’s go get married, darling,” Malia said with a proud look on her face.
“Actually,” I said. “Can I have a few minutes alone with my bride-to-be?” I asked.
Dante looked at Asher and they both looked at Malia. I held up a hand. “I promise. I just want to talk to her. I’m not supposed to see the bride before the aisle, but I just want to say a few things before we head out.”
“It’s okay,” Malia said. She tapped a spot on her hip. “I’m good.”
So everyone was packing. Good to know.
Dante looked at me. “Any funny business, I’ll blow your head off, and then his.” He flicked his head towards my dad.