Page 39 of The Greek's Destruction

Tech cleared his throat, looking nervous. “Ummm, sorry I can’t. Those are legit and the license is valid. All are registered with the state.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Hailey murmured, placing her hand on her forehead. She turned to a still smirking Alistair. “Don’t get comfortable with this whole marriage thing, because we’re getting an annulment or divorce when we get back.”

“Not going to happen,” Alistair said under his breath as he sat his cup down, then picked up a piece of sausage.

“Damn, Alistair,” Xander laughed with Hendrix and Frankie joining in.

I just shook my head. “Hailey we’ll have that taken care of when we get back. Right now, everyone needs to get their stuff together. The cars should be here soon to take us to the airport.”

GeeGee stood, then said, “You all go on, I need to have a talk with Mr. Alistair.” That made the smirk drop from his face but brought a smile to mine. GeeGee was about to hand him his ass for what he’s done.

The cars arrived and the drivers loaded out bags. Janae hugged and kissed Mike like she wasn’t going to see him again. He was staying to help Tech find Trent’s whereabouts. I told him if they found Trent before we got back, not to let him out of their sights. If his ass tries to leave the city, snatch him up and sit on him until I returned. We were dropping the ladies off at my parent’s house, then returning later tonight.

“Mr. Kourakos, we’ll be landing soon. I’ll let everyone know to put their seat belts on,” the stewardess informs.

“Thank you,” I say. She smiles, then moves on to let the others know.

“Baby,” I whisper to Nina who’s asleep on the couch we’re sitting on with her head in my lap. “Baby, it’s time to wake up.” She groans when I nudge her.

“I don’t want to,” she whines, sitting up.

I reach over, grab her seatbelt, then pull it across her waist, locking it. “I know you’re tired, but we’re about to land in a few.”

“Okay,” she grumbles, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she yawns. I know she’s tired too. She’s barely got any sleep last night. “Are the others up?”

I glance around the cabin. Everyone is starting to put their seatbelts on. Hailey slaps Alistair’s hand away as he tries to help with hers. He made sure she got stuck sitting next to him. Poor girl. GeeGee who’s sitting next to Devyn, helps her lock hers in place.

“They’re up,” I reply, putting my own seatbelt on. I wrap my arm around Nina as she leans into me. “There will be cars waiting for us at the airport to take us to my parents’ house. Are you nervous about meeting them?”

“A little bit. I just wish it was under different circumstances,” she answers, playing with my fingers.

“I do too, but I think they’ll love you, especially my mother. She’ll probably have you looking at wedding gowns by tomorrow,” I tease.

She giggles. “No, I think she’ll have Hailey looking at gowns since she and Alistair didn’t have a proper wedding. I still can’t believe he had Tech do that!”

I laugh too because nothing Alistair does shocks me anymore. “You’re right about that, but not before she gives him a good tongue lashing. I’m sure GeeGee has called and filled mother in on everything and if you think GeeGee is something else, wait until you meet Althaia Kourakos.”

When the jet landed, two cars were waiting on us and another with four of my Father’s best men. Once the cars were loaded, we got in heading to Winnetka. It was great to be back home, even if it was for a short amount of time.

As the car pulls up to my childhood home, I stare at it in awe. It still looks huge to me. When we were younger, Alistair and I could never find each other when we played hide and seek in the eight bedroom, six-bathroom house with two levels. Not to mention how many times we would see who could make it out of the shrubbery maze in the back.

“Well, damn,” Nina whispers, staring at the house through the window.

“I bet you think my house is a shack now too now,” I joke, getting out, then helping her.

“I wouldn’t say that, but damn...,” she gushes.

The others are out of the cars and we start walking to the front door. It opens with Father stepping out first, the Grandfather. Mother comes out next, and I let out a hearty laugh. In her right hand was a wooden spoon.

“Father,” I greet, shaking his hand, then pulling him into a hug.

“Good to see you, son,” He says when he lets me go.

“Grandfather” I do the same with him.

“Hello, grandson,” he greets with his thick Greek accent.

“Mother” I hug her tight, lifting her off her feet.

---