Alexa held out the pink, carbon copy of a paper. “I believe that’s your fingerprint at the bottom.”
I could see Malia’s mind calculating, realizing that my grabbing her hands was only to get ink on her fingers, and bending her over was just to get her print on the page. I still couldn’t believe it had all gone so smoothly. Alexa told me that if I through her under the bus and kissed Malia, she’d let her guard down. It worked perfectly. I smiled at her and I could hear my brothers cheering behind me.
“I fucking love that girl,” Maverick hissed.
You and me both, brother.
“Dante,” she barked, and Dante stood up from where he was sitting in the front row.
He reached into the waistband of his pants and pulled out a gun and pointed it right at my head. “Yeah, I thought I told you if you fucked with us, it’d be the last thing you’d ever do.”
I side-glanced at Sadie and she had a look of horror on her face. Dante’s men were all up and out of their seats pointing guns at my dad, Sienne, and my brothers. Malia pulled the one she had hidden in her garter out and pointed it at Alexa.
“You fucked with the wrong one, bitch,” she hissed.
Dante clicked the trigger. “So, what order should we do this in? Maybe I’ll start with you.” His finger started to pull on the trigger when Sadie bolted out from behind Malia and shoved Dante’s arm upwards, pointing his gun into the air. Dante changed into a different person in an instant. “What are you doing?”
“You can’t kill him.” She looked back at Alexa and then back to Dante. “He could be a dad. Think about D.J. You’re the one who always tells me that karma is unforgiving. If you take this dad away…” Dante stared down at Sadie and it was actually a little disconcerting how much softer he suddenly was. “You can’t.”
“But the deal,” Dante said.
“Who needs this deal? You’ve built an empire of your own. Just because your dad started it? Please, for me. Don’t do this.” She looked over at Malia. “You deserve real love. You’re part of our family, you always have been. You don’t have to steal someone else’s company, you already have one.”
Dante lowered his gun and so did all of his men. He looked over at Harley. “I’m not going to kill you, but you breached the contract.”
“Actually, I didn’t. All it said was that I had to be married, and I am,” I reached over and grabbed Alexa’s hand, “to Alexa.”
“Fucking yes,” Huxley whispered from behind me.
“You said so yourself, Dante. The contract between the Foxx Family and the Marcello Family is officially dissolved.”
Epilogue
Alexa
“Good morning, Mr. Foxx.”
“Good morning, Mrs. Foxx.”
I walked into Jett’s office and set the most recent event paperwork down on his desk. “I finished making the arrangements for the national tour. We are officially ready to get on the road!”
“Fantastic.” Jett picked up the papers from his desk and started fingering through them. “Wow, you got more lined up than I even thought of. Well done.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
“Are we still on for tonight?” he asked.
“I’ll be there if you’ll be there,” I replied.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Jett stood up from his chair and leaned over the desk and I met him with a kiss. As I pulled away, I shuffled his perfectly arranged papers on his desk. “Lex!”
I giggled. “I told you you’d pay for pushing me in the pool.”
His jaw dropped and then turned into a pout. “I can’t believe you.”
“You should know how things go for her by now.” I peeked over my shoulder and Rogan was walking in. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him, kissing me on the cheek. “Did you tell him how blown away you were with our date the other night? I think he deserves to know.”
“Don’t be a brat,” I scolded.
I was officially ‘dating’ the Foxx siblings. My marriage to Harley was purely to make sure that the terms were met for the contract. I was well aware of the fact that three weeks was way too soon to marry someone, so though we kept the marriage intact, I still live on my own for the time being, and date the Foxxes like I would normally. I’ve dubbed a ‘one year’ probationary period. If we make it one year, I’d agreed we could all get a house together and be married for real. We were three months in, and things were going well, so well that I’d been considering shortening the period to six months. I knew the Foxxes were who I wanted to be with, there was no questioning it.
“No one cares about your date because ours is gonna be better,” Jett responded. “Now both of you get out, I have a conference call.”