“Donatello, I’ll be honest with you. You’re a straight-laced guy, you have a beautiful wife and by the sound of it, a baby on the way.” Amelia cowers, placing a protective hand on her stomach. “I’d rather not have to put a bullet in your head. There will be no wedding today, and if you stay out of the way, we’ll remain on good terms.” I lower my voice. “And trust me, you’ll want to stay on good terms with me.”
