Chapter 8 - THE MARRIAGE CONTRACTVincent proposed six months later.
No diamond bigger than a fist.
No private jet.
No gala.
Just the two of them on the back porch.
He handed Maeve a small box.
She opened it.
A simple ring.
She looked at him.
“You bought this?”
“Yes.”
“It's not excessive.”
“I'm trying.”
She laughed.
“What are you asking?”
Vincent took her hand.
“A life.”
Her eyes filled.
“With you?”
“Yes.”
She kissed him.
“Yes.”
Their wedding was small.
Leo carried the rings.
Evan stood beside Vincent.
Daniel, recovering from his injury, walked Maeve down the aisle.
Brenda was in prison.
Thomas was awaiting sentencing.
Lucia's old accounts had been dismantled.
The Caldwell empire had been cleaned.
Vincent had walked away from almost every criminal operation his father had left him.
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People called him weak.
He called himself free.
