Page 90 of The Billionaire's Secret

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"That was the emergency?" Weston asks.

I nod.

"Who was he?"

"I had my PI run a check on him and guess what…?"

"He drew a blank?" Arpad fills in.

I nod, "So I called in a favor with a buddy of mine at Scotland Yard and…"

"He’s a wanted criminal?"

"Worse, he’s suspected of being the member of an international crime organization."

"Fuck," Edward swears.

"Yeah."

It’s serious enough for the Father to swear, and worrying enough for none of the others to rib him about it.

I begin to pace, "So you see, I don’t think it’s right to put off marrying her."

"How is marriage going to protect her?" Arpad scowls.

"I can keep her close to me. It will make it clear to the world that she's under my protection."

"And that will stop the Mafia?" Edward places the tips of his fingers together.

"Maybe not...but it'll make sure I am there to stop them if they try to hurt her."

Arpad scans my features, "You’re serious about this, huh?"

"What have I been trying to tell you all this time?" I scowl

"So, do it now," Weston interjects.

"Now?" I frown.

Weston straightens, "Sure, Father here will marry you two, while I make some calls and have the paperwork rushed through for you guys."

"Hold on, hold on! I should marry her right away?"

"Today. In the next," he glances at his watch, "hour or so, tops."

"Ah," I run a finger around my collar, "a bit too soon, isn’t it?"

"You’ve proposed to her. Explain you can’t wait."

"Don’t preach to me about how to handle a woman—Sorry," I jerk my chin toward Edward, "Didn’t mean it that way."

"Hey, you can insult me any way you want. It will be worth it to see you tie the knot." Edward tilts his head.

He seems too calm. “I’d, uh, hoped for something quick at the town hall."

"— which I plan to preside over to ensure it’s all done in the right way." Edward's lips kick up in a smile.

"You’re getting back at me, is that it?" I mutter bitterly.

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