Page 121 of A Bossy Proposal

I got to know my newfound family in those two days. My god, I love every single one of them–and there’s quite a few.

My hands tighten around the beautiful smelling bouquet in my hand as the quaint church comes into view. It’s more beautiful than I imagined. More beautiful than Catherine and Arabella made me believe.

The car stops outside the wooden door.

Lilies of the valley flowers adorn the entrance. Their sweet scent wafting through the open car window.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper.

Sunlight glints off the stained-glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the stone facade.

“It’s perfect for you,” Luca says as the door opens.

I playfully press myself against his body. “You’re so sweet.”

Gabe laughs. “You’re forgetting he’s accused of being the Boston Psycho. Killed eight men, according to the newspapers.”

My eyes widen as I stare at Luca.

“I’m innocent.”

“Said every assassin,” I quip.

Luca chuckles. “I’m innocent of the eight the prosecutor is trying me for. I only kill people who deserve it.”

I have to think about that. These cousins of mine are trained assassins, and I asked them to give me away without a thought. But they gave me my life back. They also got me the answers I craved and returned my inheritance.

After killing Vincenzo and his men, I begged them to tell me the truth about everything Vincenzo had said before I turned up at the warehouse.

I wanted to hear everything.

Vincenzo laughed at the way my parents begged for my life, but they’d accepted their fate. My parents only cared about me. I found that hard to hear, but my parents did everything in their lives protecting me. I know they would have done that until their dying breaths.

I suppose they did.

Regarding my inheritance, Vincenzo refused to tell me where my money was. In the end, it didn’t matter. It turns out my family knew exactly where to find it. And all eight million, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars was returned to me.

I’m not Westley Davenport rich, but I’m rich enough to help those who still live on the streets. I'm happy West helps me.

“You ready, Ames?” Gabe’s voice breaks through my reverie.

I turn to face him.

He and Luca both look dashing in their tuxedos. Yet, Luca, ever the rebel, fidgets with his bowtie, a scowl on his face.

Luca grunts, now tugging at his white shirt. “Remind me again why I agreed to wear this bow tie?”

Gabe chuckles, straightening his own tie. “Because you love Ames, and you know she’d kick your ass if you showed up in jeans.”

“I’d have been more comfortable in black,” Luca grumbles.

“See it as a change because—” Gabe has a mischievous glint in his eye as he smiles at me. “The way you’re going, you’ll get to wear orange soon, and permanently.”

Luca scowls.

I can’t help but laugh at their banter, feeling some of my nervousness dissipate. These two men have a way of putting me at ease, even in the most stressful situations.

“Alright, boys,” I say, shimmying to the car door. “Let’s do this before my fiancé decides my family are crazy and tries to make a run for it.”

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