Page 59 of Bloody Union

He’s right, but I don’t tell him that.

“No one tells her anything,” I reiterate. I know her; if she finds out that my father is going to fucking kill me, she’ll off the bastard herself.

“If you say so,” Romero says as we reach my car. “I’m warning you now, when she finds out, I’m immigrating.”

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“Your father is an arsehole,”Makenna growls as soon as she walks into the house.

I raise my brow, she didn’t even say hello. “What’s he done now?”

“Like you don’t know. For fuck’s sake, Dante. Why the hell are you acting as though you have no idea what I’m talking about?” She glares at me and I turn to Romero and Alessio, wondering which one of those assholes told her. “Don’t worry, your brothers didn't tell me. You should know by now, that I know everything.”

I narrow my eyes, “You have a fucking rat in the Famiglia?”

She doesn’t deny it, “Dante, when the hell were you going to tell me? Hmm? When your father made his first attempt? Dante, that man has tried to kill me twice already. The next time he may get lucky.”

“He’s not going to fucking kill you, nor is he going to kill me. We’re going to make sure that he dies before he even gets a chance.”

She doesn’t answer me, instead, she reaches for her laptop and sits on the sofa. She types away on the fucking thing and I’m about ready to pull my damn hair out. How the hell can she make me so fucking mad without saying a word?

“Romero, when you and Holly get married would you prefer your own house or would you like to stay in the new house with us?” she asks him, not once looking up from her laptop.

He glances at me and I shrug, it’s up to him to make the decision. It’s a two and a half hour drive from New York to Connecticut so he could stay with us and commute whenever he needs to go there. A lot of Underbosses live in New York, but rule over a different state.

“Have you spoken to Holly?” he asks her and finally she raises her head and the look she gives him would make a lesser man cry. “What?” he asks irritably.

“Why don’t you ask her? She’s going to be your wife,” she snaps and seems as though we’re all going to be dealing with my pissed off wife today.

“I don’t have her number,” Romero confesses quietly.

Makenna reaches for her phone and after a few seconds, Romero’s cell beeps. “There, now you have it. Ask her where she’d prefer to live. Alone with you, or with your arsehole brothers?”

“Babe?” I sigh when she glares at me. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”

She scrunches her nose up as though I’m amusing her. “Are you really that thick?” Her Irish accent is getting thicker with each word. “You didn’t tell me because you didn’t want me to worry.”

I can’t deny it, she’s right.

“If I were a man would you have told me?” She gives me a pointed look. She’s right, if she were a man I would have told her, but she’s not and as she told me herself, my father has tried to kill her twice already.

“So while I was out with Kinsley looking at fucking houses for us, you were being irrational and showed your father that I’m more than a wife in name and effectively pissed him off. That maniac wants me dead and you’ve given him even more ammunition to do so.”

“Kenna…”

She cuts me off with a glare. “Did it ever occur to you to let me know so that I’d be more vigilant? That maybe, just maybe, your sadistic father would get to you by hurting me because you love me?”

Her words hit me just as she intended them to.

“I see you’re finally fucking thinking. Dante, the next time you keep something from me, I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to you,” she warns me then turns her attention back to Romero. “What did Holly say?”

He grins and it seems like my brother is a little lighter about the whole situation. “She’s got a fucking temper.”

Makenna rolls her eyes. “She’s a redhead and she’s fucking Irish. What did you expect?”

His grin grows wider, “She would prefer to live with you for a while. Just until she gets to know me.”

Makenna nods, “What she means is that if you hurt her in any way, I’ll be close by to kill you.” She types away on her laptop, “I’ve put a bid in on a house. I’m hoping it’ll be ready by the time you and Holly are married.”

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