Page 15 of Bloody Union

The blood on Kenna’s arm has my blood pumping, murder running through my veins. They fucking shot her. They’re going to pay for it. Tightening my grip on her waist, I twist her so that she’s behind me, my gun in hand and I start shooting.

“Shit,” Romero says and I glance at him, his eyes on Alessio, who’s on the floor bleeding.

Kenna pulls out of my hold and I hear material ripping, more shots are being fired and I focus on the bastards shooting at my wife and brothers. As far as I can tell there’s thirty, if not more, Russian bastards here. They picked the wrong fucking wedding to hit. Every man here is firing back at them, we’re taking them down but they just keep coming.

“We need to get him out of here.” Kenna’s voice pulls me through the blood lust I have. “Dante, if we don’t he’s going to die.”

Fuck.

“Finn!” she yells and instantly her brother’s by our side. “I need you to cover us, we need to get Alessio out of here.”

He instantly nods, crooking his finger, his men are surrounding us.

“We need to go out the back, there’s a car waiting.”

I turn back to my wife and I’m fucking shocked, she’s torn off the bottom half of her wedding dress. Blood covers her torso, and I’m not sure if it’s hers or my brothers, seeing as the bottom half of her dress is on Alessio’s body where Kinsley is applying pressure. But what shocks me the most is her calm like appearance, her mind clear as she barks orders at people.

“Romero, I need you to carry Alessio out. Kins, Ace is waiting for you.”

“Keep a tight perimeter. Shoot anyone who gets close,” Finn tells his men and they instantly nod. “Let’s go.”

“Dante,” Kenna whispers and for the first time, I hear a tremor of fear in her voice. “If you have to stay, I understand.”

Fuck, this woman. She understands. I don’t even have to say a word and she knows what I need. For the second time today, her hand lays over my heart and she takes a deep breath. “Be safe,” she whispers and places a kiss against my lips before she releases me and they leave.

I turn back to the foray and see that most of the attendees have left, leaving my men, the Irish and a few others left, there’s still some Bratva left but nowhere as near as many as there was. I walk toward my men, “I want at least one alive.” I want to find out just why they started shooting up my wedding.

“How’s Makenna?” Seamus asks and it’s in that moment that I realize, I didn’t even check. I knew she’d been shot, but I don’t know how bad. Fuck. He shakes his head.

“Finn’s with her, they’re making their escape.”

He nods, “Let’s get rid of the rest of these bastards and then you can go and check yeah?” There’s a fucking threat in there somewhere, there always seems to be with Seamus, he can’t just come out and say whatever the fuck he wants instead the asshole has to say some cryptic shit.

“Boss,” I hear one of my men call and I turn to face Stefan. He’s got a cut to his eyebrow, a bruise forming on his cheek and he’s grinning like a crazy asshole.

“What?”

“Boss, the Russian’s have retreated, there were four Escalades coming to the entrance and then they left. We’ve got three in the back of the car, we’re bringing them to the warehouse.”

My gut tightens at his words. “I need to find my wife. Fuckers are probably following her.”

Stefan’s grin fades, “Boss, what do you need?”

“Get them to the warehouse. Make sure you’re not followed and that they have no weapons. Once I make sure my wife is safe, I’ll be there.” He nods once and turns.

“Want me to help locate her?” Seamus asks.

“No, it won’t take me long.” I turn, not wanting to deal with this shit any longer. She’s my wife now, he has to come to terms with that. I make my way out the back just in time to see my wife shooting a fucking Russian bastard. Why the hell has she got a gun in her hands? My rage starts to surface again, she’s already been hurt and now she’s just killed a man. Fuck.

“Kenna.” Her name is a growl from my lips.

Her back stiffens and she turns to glare at me, “You here to help?” Her Irish accent is thicker than I’ve heard it before.

My cock starts to stir again, her defiance shouldn’t be a turn on, but it is. “Sure,” I drawl and see her lips turn up before she quells her features.

“There’s six out front,” she tells me. “Fucking Finn told me to stay here while he took the men with him. Arsehole.” She shakes her head. “Fuck knows where they’ve gone. Thankfully, Romero isn’t stupid and had a gun.”

“Where did you get that one?” I ask her and I’m surprised I’m able to keep my tone even.

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