Mr. and Mrs. Rossi

He distinctly recalled the warped hole in the side of her door. “You’re crazy.”

“You’re the one who walked into a crowd of gangsters—”

With his pointer finger held in the air he reminded her, “To save you.”

“I did not ask to be saved,” She ground through her teeth.

Dante’s shoulders pressed against the hard leather of his seat while he leaned back to reach into his pocket. “This ring says I have to save you.”

“That’s not what our vows said.”

“Are you sure?” he raised his brow and offered an ineffective flirty smile. His wife rolled her eyes and sat back. “Chet has a video of us saying our vows somewhere. He probably sent it to your phone but we all know how good you are downloading and responding.”

The two other girls flanking her side bowed their heads to hide their laugh. Their shoulders shaking gave them away. “After killing you,” Harley seethed, “I’m going to kill Chet.”

“Look,” Roman spoke up, “it’s nice and all that the two of you found love and decided to seal it by taking the plunge but we’ve got bigger problems at hand. I need to find your boyfriend.”

“Fiancé,” Hannah corrected.

Harley snorted and rolled her eyes. Dante felt the need to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Can we argue about terminology later?”

“I need my car,” Harley said.

“I will get you your car if you tell me where Javier is. Clearly the two of you can see how important it is we get to him before Alfaro does—or worse.” This time when he looked back over his shoulder, Harley elbowed Hannah in her side. The two of them held a conversation of eye stares. When Hannah slunk into the cushions of the backseat, he knew Harley had one.

“Where are we going?”asked Tai.

“We’re going to take you guys some place safe,” Roman responded, answering through the rearview mirror. “I’ll get your car back for you. I am the best man, after all.”

“Seriously,” Harley chuckled, “how safe can you guys get us when you almost got us killed back there?”

Dante choked out a laugh, “Are you kidding me? Who is stupid enough to drive their car into an ambush?”

“Stupid?”

Roman slammed on his brakes. Everyone, except him, jerked forward. “If the two of you don’t shut up, I’m going to turn this car around and leave you. Me and the kid will take off.”

“I’m not going anywhere without my aunt,” Hannah folded her arms across her chest with a harrumph.

Dante made eye contact with Harley. His pulse began to quicken, his chest heaved with desire. He had to admit, she surprised him at the café. Who knew a crime scene photographer could have moves like her. Reality forced him to accept the truth. Harley was not what she presented herself to be. That crap she pulled back there, the special effects from her friend, no, these two women were much more. When the smoke cleared, he planned on finding out more. Accepting the fact that Harley was no ordinary photographer, his faith in her rose.

“Drop them off wherever they want,” he told Roman.

“The docks,” Tai said.

“Are you sure?” Roman asked looking over at him.

“Yeah,” Dante nodded.

Roman followed the directions to the docks, which really weren’t far. The ladies could have walked but Dante wasn’t about to let his wife and niece walk these streets alone. Christopher Alfaro was pissed off and it was only a matter of time before he got his bearings and came looking for them. Roman’s car wasn’t inconspicuous either, but they’d be able to outmaneuver Christopher.

Dante opened the backseat door for the ladies to exit. Harley came out last. Dante used his body as a barrier and kept her in the embrace of the car.

“Well, it’s been fun,” Harley widened her eyes, motioning wordlessly for him to move.

“We still have the matter of our annulment.”

“The thing is,” Dante did not want to move. He didn’t want to let her leave his sight but he knew in the end, letting her go would lead her right to Javier and Javier would lead him to Leonardo. This was the point of this mission, right? “We’ll need to get together some time and work this out.”