Page 5 of Bloody Union

Seamus walksin and glances between me and his daughter, his eyes like a fucking hawk as he spots the diamond ring on her finger. He gives me a nod and I understand. I give Makenna one more glance before I leave and pull the door behind me. I don’t close it fully as he intended, instead, I leave it open slightly so that I can hear what’s being said. “Makenna?” His voice is fucking soft. This is why he didn’t want me in the room with them

She gives him a smile and that fucking smile hits me in the gut. What the hell is wrong with me? She’s a woman; I’ve had countless over the years and yet this one makes me fucking lose my head. “Yeah, da?” Just as her father’s was, her voice is soft and gentle. It’s clear to see that they have a lot of love for each other.

“Behave tonight.” He warns her and I watch as she bites her lip trying to stifle her laughter. “Makenna…” He glances at the door but I stay hidden. “Matteo is…”

Her eyes flash with pure hatred for my father, something I hadn’t thought I’d see from anyone but me and my brothers. “I know, da, don’t worry.”

Seamus shakes his head. "You'll be the death of me, Kenna, I swear to God, you'll put me in an early grave."

She cocks her brow, "Early would have been twenty years ago, da."

I tamper down the smile. Fuck, she's a smartass.

"Thank fuck you're out of my hair soon." There's no heat in his words but I see the hurt flash through Makenna's eyes. "Does your mom know you’re here?"

The pure hatred that flashed through her features at the mention of my father’s name is nothing in comparison to what she has at the mention of her mom, she looks as though she wants to kill her. "Nope, but I guess you'll tell her."

Seamus sighs, as he gets to his feet he pulls her into his arms. The softness he has for her is definitely his weakness; if he shows this to anyone they’d use it against him. They’d hurt Makenna just to hurt him.

She pulls out of her father’s arms, “I’ll go findmother.” The way she spits out the word makes me wonder what the hell happened between her and her mom, she walks toward a different door and leaves, slamming it shut behind her.

“I should kill you for listening in on the conversation,” Seamus tells me as I walk into the room again, where he’s glaring at me. “Did you get what you wanted?”

I glare back at him. “Seamus,” I say, my tone serious. “What happened to her?”

He sighs, “Fuck knows.” He mutters, “Was attending to some fucking animal, and got a call from Finn. He’d just returned home to find Kenna on the floor beaten and bleeding out.” His voice breaks, he’s unable to talk. I leave him be for a moment, letting him get his composure back. My blood is boiling, my hands balled into fists. “Someone slit her throat, luckily we found her in time. Haven’t found out who did it yet. But when I do, I’m going to carve them like a fucking pumpkin.”

I nod, “I’ll be there when you do it.” Seamus looks at me in shock. Fuck, this woman is getting to me and I have no idea why. “She’s going to be my wife.”

He looks at me with respect, “Okay.”

“How old was she?”

He shakes his head again, his eyes dark and I can see the storm raging in them. “She was twelve.”

Fucking hell.

“When she was released from hospital, I sent her to stay with my brother,” he informs me. He wanted her safe, so he sent her away. I’d have done the same thing. It also explains why her accent is thicker than her brother’s, she sounds like her father.

“Your father is an arsehole, Dante.” I glare at him, he’s treading a fucking thin line right now. “It’s true, we both know it. The only reason I agreed to this fucking shit was because of you.”

I raise my brow in confusion.

“You think I haven’t looked into you, into your family?” He snarls at me, “I have, I know exactly who your father is. I know what he does to girls like my daughter. Do you honestly think I’d have let her marry you if you were just like him?”

I laugh, it’s bitter and cold. “You have no idea what I’m like. I’m worse than my father.”

He nods, “That maybe so, boyo, but you’re not a fucking arsehole to women like your father is.”

I tense at him calling me boyo. What the fuck am I, five?

“She’s my daughter. I want peace between us. But I will go to war with you if my daughter gets hurt.”

“She’s going to be my wife,” I repeat my earlier words.

He stares at me in disgust. “You’re forgetting something,” he snaps taking a step toward me, his voice low and bristling with anger. “I watched your mother wither away under the beatings she took from your father. I won’t sit back and let that happen to my daughter.”

I step up to him so we’re face to face. My body is tight with my unleashed anger. He’s lucky, I haven’t broken his jaw. No one speaks to me like Seamus has and gets away with it. “I am not my father. I will not lay a hand on my wife in anger.” I say through gritted teeth. “Let me make myself extremely clear, Makenna is going to be my wife, she’s mine.”

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