Page 27 of Bloody Union

“Who’s he?” I ask Dante, my finger pointing at the fucking arsehole.

“That’s Kurt Holdsteader, he’s a low level thug that works for the Famiglia. He actually cleans up a lot of mistakes that are made. He’s been a part of our family for years. Hell, for as long as I can remember, Kurt has been a useful tool for us,” Romero says with a smile. “He and Dad are friends.”

“Yeah? Well look how fucking useful that bastard truly is.” I hit play again and this time I know that everyone’s eyes are on Kurt.

“Holy fuck. What the hell? He set it up?” Alessio growls.

“I’m going to kill him,” Romero grunts in agreement.

“I’m going to enjoy making that asshole bleed.” Alessio laughs and Dante shakes his head.

“Whoa, slow down there, chuckles,” I tell him with a smile. “Why is it that men want to act first and think later?”

“Oh and tell me, genius, what is it that you suggest?” Romero glares at me.

It takes every ounce of strength not to reach for his throat, Dante’s hand reaches for mine, holding on tightly. No doubt, he realizes just how close his brother is to losing his life.

“Well, obviously, Kurt didn’t set it up himself. He’s a low level thug. Which means someone set him up to do it, knowing that you’d find out and kill him, effectively ending the threat.”

“Go on.” Dante gives my hand a squeeze.

“So, what if we use Kurt? Find out who wants us dead and then take them out before they have a chance to take us out.”

All of the men nod, “That’s a good plan actually,” Romero reluctantly admits.

“Who do you think would do this?” Alessio asks as everyone starts to eat their breakfast.

It’s me that answers as I have no qualms in telling the truth. The Bianchi brothers have no idea who Dante married, but Dante trusts them and in turn I’ll protect them. “I have a couple of ideas, but the ultimate question is, who’s fucking brave enough to get into bed with the Bratva?”

“Fuck!” Dante slams his hand on the table, his jaw clenched, as pissed off vibes surround him.

Alessio and Romero start talking but Dante cuts through them.

“Eat, we’ll figure this out. But now is the time to realize that you are alone. The only people you can trust are at this table and those alone can help us figure this shit out.”

The silence hangs around the table, as we all contemplate the fact that we’ve at least two traitors in our midst.

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Dante

I seethe look in Makenna’s eyes and realize that she’s ready to kill someone. There’s nothing I can do to calm her ass down. She was shot. Whoever orchestrated this shit, shot my fucking wife and almost killed my brother. Although, looking at Alessio you wouldn’t know he was bleeding out yesterday.

“Ready?” I ask Kenna once we’re all finished breakfast. She nods, and Romero gets up out of his chair. “Where are you going?”

He glances down at himself, he’s wearing sweats and a t-shirt, something that we don’t wear in public. “I need to get changed.”

Makenna’s shaking her head, “Nope, what you need to do is pack a change of clothes.”

I smirk at the grimace that crosses Romero’s face. He doesn’t like taking orders at the best of times, and having Makenna do it is pissing him off but he does as she says and walks off, no doubt grumbling about her.

“What have you got planned?” I ask and realize that she’s in a pair of yoga pants and an oversized sweater. She looks fucking sexy as hell, the pants showcase her phenomenal ass.

She shrugs and smiles, “I’m not sure what you mean.” She leans forward and kisses my lips. It’s quick and brief but fuck if it doesn’t mean something. “Alessio, are you sure you’re okay to come?”

She seems to have a soft spot for him, where she rides Romero, she babies Alessio.

He rolls his eyes, “Yes, fuck, I’m not an invalid.”

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