Page 149 of Savage Saint
"Darling, you look radiant," Arrow says, holding her at arm's length to examine her. "Marriage clearly agrees with you."
I lean against the doorframe, watching their reunion with amusement. It's strange seeing my house, my sanctuary, filled with people. Stranger still that it feels right.
"Well, well." Arrow's attention shifts to me, their smile turning wicked. "Angelo Santoro, getting married. Who would have thought? Two Santoro weddings in as many weeks."
Alessa's face drains of colour so fast I'm worried she might faint.
"Arrow!" she hisses.
"What?" They blink innocently. "Oh, was that supposed to be a secret?"
"You knew?" I ask, though I'm not really surprised. Arrow knows everything.
"Please," they scoff. "I have access to every database in the country. You think a Vegas wedding certificate is going to escape my notice?"
"Dante's going to kill me," Alessa groans.
"No, he won't." I can't help but smirk. "He's too busy being disgustingly in love with his wife to commit murder."
The word 'wife' makes Alessa blush prettily. "You're not going to tell him you know?"
"Oh, I'm definitely telling him. Right after he finishes lecturing me about rushing into marriage with Kasia."
Arrow claps their hands together. "Speaking of which, shall we get this show on the road? I have documents that need signing, rings that need presenting, and a best friend's brother-in-law who needs marrying off."
They produce a leather folder from seemingly nowhere, flipping it open to reveal perfectly organised marriage documents.
"Everything's ready. I've handled the expedited license, the officiant registration for Dante, and all the legal technicalities. All you need to do is sign on the dotted line and say 'I do.'"
"Efficient as always," I murmur, scanning the documents.
"Efficiency is my middle name. Well, actually it's Maximilian, but that's neither here nor there." They pull out an elegant box next. "Now, for the pièce de résistance."
Inside are two rings that take my breath away. Black diamonds and white diamonds woven together in an intricate pattern, masculine yet elegant.
"Black diamonds for your past," Arrow explains, "white for your future. And yes, before you ask, there are tracking devices embedded in the bands. State of the art, completely undetectable."
"Tracking devices?" Alessa laughs. "Seriously?"
"Just in case either of them decides to go rogue," Arrow says with a wink. "But really, I thought it was romantic. You'll always be able to find each other."
The sound of cars approaching draws our attention. Dante's Maserati pulls up first, followed by Luca's Ferrari.
"The gang's all here," Arrow murmurs. "This should be interesting."
Dante steps out, impeccable as always in a charcoal suit. His eyes find Alessa immediately, and the hard lines of his face soften into something almost vulnerable.
"Found your wife, I see?" I say just loud enough for him to hear.
He freezes mid-step. "How did you—"
"Vegas, really?" I can't resist needling him. "I expected something classier from you, brother."
"It was spontaneous," Alessa defends, moving to his side.
"It was perfect," Dante corrects, pulling her against him. His eyes meet mine over her head. "And at least I didn't wait until three days after our father's death to marry someone I've known for a few weeks."
"Fair point."
