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"Jayden," my mother scolded from behind me. "Let her go." My jaw clenched, and my lips curled into a snarl, but I released her. "What has gotten into you, son?" I twisted around to face my mother. "Certainly, you aren't throwing your future away for a piece of ass."
My gaze flicked from my mother to my father.
"Is this girl going to be a problem, son?" my dad asked. My jaw flexed as my chest heaved with anger.
"You guys should leave," I muttered. "I have a few months of freedom left. That was our deal."
"The deal changes if this girl is a problem, Jay," my father said dryly. He was always so cool and collected, even when he was furious. It was a trait I didn't get from him. "Say goodbye to the girl and take her home."
"You guys should go," I repeated. "I'll deal with Sadie." And by dealing with Sadie, I meant fuck her every day until I had to leave.
"I'm staying," Bella said, shoving her hands on her hips.
"No, you're not," I growled, my fists clenching at my side. "You're leaving."
"Then the wedding is off." Bella's tone was so serious I almost believed her, but Bella and I both knew she had no choice in the matter either.
"You have until the end of the season, son," my father said. "Then you come home and start preparing for your life with Bella. You can finish your classes online from home." His gaze flicked to Bella. "Is that good for you?" Her jaw flexed as her eyes narrowed on me. "It's another month, and then the football season is over."
"Fine." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"Jayden," my father said. I nodded. That was months before the draft, but so far, I'd had no one reach out to me like some of the other players, and I knew it had everything to do with my family. It didn't matter how good I was. As long as I was the son of Gregory De Luca, I would never play pro ball.
I would go home without Sadie in a month, leaving me a short window to deal with her parents.
My mother and Bella disappeared inside the house, leaving my father and me alone.
"Son," he said and refrained from growling, "you need to pull yourself together. Don't throw away everything for a piece of ass." Sadie wasn't just a piece of ass, but I didn't bother arguing that point with him. It would only prolong their leaving. "We need to keep Bella's father happy. You know what it means if we break this deal. You marrying Bella ensures our safety."
Bella's father, Lucas Moretti, had deep ties with the Italian Mafia. I didn't know how deep or what exactly he did because I wasn't in the business yet and wasn't privy to private information. My father worked for Moretti, because he had to. Due to poor financial decisions that my parents made in their younger years, we were tied to the Moretti's forever.
Bella's father was a dangerous, powerful man. No one wanted to cross him, and I damn sure didn't want to put another target on Sadie's back. She had enough going on with her parents.
"I'm not going back on our deal," I said. "But I'm also not giving up Sadie right now. She knows that when I go back home, I go without her."
"And she's okay with that?" I nodded. "We will head home now, but you need to apologize to Bella. Tell the girl what she wants to hear so she doesn't run back to her father."
I ground my teeth together. I would rather drink acid than tell Bella I would leave Sadie for her, but it was best for the family.
"Send her out."
He nodded, and after a few minutes, Bella stood in front of me again.
"What do you want?" she snarled, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Sadie and I aren't serious," I said, trying not to talk through clenched teeth. "She is my Rally Girl. When the season is done, so is she."
"Kiss me," she said, stepping into me. I stepped back.
"I don't kiss," I said dryly. That was true up until Sadie. I'd never kissed a girl and never intended to, but Sadie was different. God, she was different. She made me do things I'd never wanted to do before. She was a game changer for me, and I didn't know how I would be able to say goodbye in the end. I thought I'd have my fill of her by now, but the truth was I wasn't sure I ever would.
"Ever." I lied, shaking my head.
"So your first kiss will be our wedding day?" I nodded. If lying now meant I didn't have to kiss her, I'd say whatever she wanted to hear. "Fine." She smiled. "You should invite her to the wedding."
"It's time to go," my father yelled from the door.
thirty-nine
