“The contract my father signed using my name as collateral is legally null and void once the master ledger is balanced,” I stated.

I handed the legal release forms to Roman first.

The paper was thick, official, and bore the stamp of the Calder City notary office.

“Sign them,” I said.

“And I walk out of here with no further obligations to any of your families,” I added.

Declan stepped forward, taking a heavy silver pen from his breast pocket.

“I like a girl who knows how to hold a pen to a throat,” Declan said, grunting as he leaned against a wooden crate.

He took the paper from Roman, laid it on the flat top of the crate, and scrawled his name in jagged, thick letters.

He handed the pen to Roman, who watched me for a long moment before he signed his own name.

His signature was neat, small, and perfectly aligned with the margin.

Victor Salvi took the paper last, adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses as he scanned the text.

“You have a sharp mind, Maeve,” Victor said, his voice quiet.