Page 49 of Stolen Christmas
Snarling, I warn the head man, “Please put those down. There is no need unless you care for a bloodbath.”
“Sir, we were informed that you are holding a family hostage.”
“Oh really? We’re celebrating our wedding,” Angel says, peeking her head out from behind my arm. I could kiss her right now.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but are you Angel Scott?”
“No, I’m Angel D’Antonio now, so I don’t know who called you or who put in that stupid request, but it’s wrong, and so you’ve wasted your time and resources on a phony complaint.”
“Who filed a complaint?” I ask, wanting to see if they’ll give the little fuck away.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t reveal that information.” I glare at him.
“But you can come in here and make accusations. Still, you can’t tell me who made the complaint.” He doesn’t need to tell me because I can see the look on Noah’s face. The little fucking shit thinks I’m dumb. My men already knew what he was up to and tipped me off earlier. It’s why we upped the wedding time even earlier. The kid has so much to learn about me and my men and the bastard that he was running to help.
“Please get the fuck out of my home now. We’re in the middle of celebrating, and you’re upsetting my new wife.” Noah hides his expression, but Angel clings to my side without even asking. I’m not sure if it’s because she believes I’ll destroy her brother, or because she fears Fields.
“You heard my husband. Don’t let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.”
Fields steps up from behind the main guy, and I shake my head. Of all people, he shows up. He’s itching for a war. “Angel, I never expected you to side with a criminal,” Fields tells her, looking at her with disappointment.
My wife is too damn smart to fall for his bullshit. She has to know he was involved in the explosion, unless she thinks I set it up and tried to blame it on Fields. “Funny? I’m sure I’m staying away from the true monster.”
When they all leave, she turns to me and says, “Are you trying to tell me that Noah is the one who called them?”
“Excuse us. My wife and I need to talk privately.”
We enter my office, and the first thing I do is pull her in my arms for a sweet kiss. This woman is my existence.
“Luca, we need to talk.”
“Sorry. Yes. We do. He did call the cops and said you were kidnapped,” I tell her.
“He did? After everything we talked about?”
“No, he did it before he saw you.”
“We need to tell him the truth about the explosion. I don’t care how shitty the news will be. I refuse to give him a chance to be swayed by the idea that they are the lesser of two evils.”
“Do you think he still believes that?”
“No, but he wants to protect me, so he probably thinks we can run. There’s more danger than you know. We didn’t get to talk before the wedding, but Noah told me that the woman he had in the car that day knew Fields and they were also working for someone named Tommy and they were also planning to double cross him. My brother’s accident wasn’t a part of the plan.”
“Oh, that’s interesting. It seems we need to have a family sit-down.”
“Please don’t be mean to him.”
“I’m not, Amore Mia.” I kiss her lips. “Let us join the family, and then we can have a small discussion after our meal.”
We enter the room where everyone is gathered with the champagne.
“Let us toast to the lovely new couple, Mr. and Mrs. D’Antonio.”
“Thank you. I am pleased and blessed to have a lovely Angel as my bride. One day we will hopefully be as equally blessed with more little angels. Now, let us dine and celebrate before we’re interrupted by any more unwanted guests.”
We dine and make small talk. It’s a little over two hours before we end the dinner, and then I lead my bride to the dance floor. “Let me dance with my beloved bride.”
The music kicks off, and I swing her into my arms. Her chest slams against mine. “You look so radiant, Mrs. D’Antonio.”
