First of all, if by some miracle their piece of shit contract held up in a court of law I would keep that shit in litigation for the next fifty fucking years.
I'm sure I have more money than Stark the fuck, and if I had to sell off my inheritance to fight the fuckers even though I know it would never come to that, I would do whatever it took to keep her with me.
Besides, I would never give that fucking mutt a dime and if her father tried to hold her to that shit he could kiss her goodbye.
I pulled her close again, the wild beating of her heart confirming for me just how scared she really was.
Now I understood what my grandmother meant, I didn't want this blemish on our day.
How did you get someone to stop worrying about something? just telling them not to wasn't going to do it, that shit never worked.