Page 80 of Vengeful Union

Three Years later

I’m hard as a fucking rock as I watch Destiny glide around the room. She’s even more beautiful than when I first saw her.

The past three years have been fan-fucking-tastic. I married my woman, and she’s happy. That’s all I could have ever asked for. Destiny's smile is now freer, less stressed, and I know it’s because over the past three years, she’s been able to be who she truly is.

She’s made Makenna a happy woman. Destiny is the face of a few charities, mainly to do with children and women. But it puts a good light on the Gallagher-Bianchi family, and all the good press is helping Makenna get more money, as people are flocking to our restaurants and clubs.

My gaze moves from my wife to my cousin. She was released yesterday, and Granda Henry thought it would be a great idea to throw a party in her honor. He’s also invited her soon-to-be-fiancée. While she was inside, they made a deal with the Gallo family—the Italian Mafia here in Illinois. The man in question, Rocco Gallo, is staring at Jade with a dark gleam. We’re unsure of him yet, and we’ll have no problem going to war with the Gallo’s if he doesn’t treat her right.

Jade’s changed. A darkness is taking hold of her. I know it from the vacant look in her eyes. It’s the same one that stared me back in the mirror every fucking day for over a year.

I move toward my wife, seeing her deep in conversation with an older couple.

“When are you going to add to the brood of Gallagher’s?” the woman questions her.

“When are you going to organize your funeral?” Destiny responds without missing a beat.

“Well, I never,” the woman says, clutching at her pearls.

Destiny blinks. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were asking inappropriate questions that were none of our business?”

I bite back my chuckle as the man steers the woman away from my wife. “I can’t bring you anywhere, can I?”

She shrugs, not in the least bit concerned about what she said. There’s no need for interfering old fuckers to insert themselves into our business.

We both agreed that we have time before we need to think about having children. We want to get to know one another first. Destiny is only twenty-one. I’m not going to pressure her into having them now. I’m a selfish fucker who wants more time with my wife before we add kids to the equation.

Holly and Romero also waited until they were ready. They announced their pregnancy last month.

Makenna and Melissa both have two children each, and Raylee’s pregnant with her fourth now. Callie and Denis stopped after they had the twins, which is good, seeing as Denis has eight children now. Any more and people will think he’s starting his own football team.

“Can we leave yet?” she asks, biting her lip.

I grab her hips and pull her to me, my cock fucking rock hard. “Definitely.”

She sighs dramatically. “I can’t bring you anywhere, can I?” she says, repeating my words from a moment ago.

“I’m not sure whether I should push you against the wall, lift your dress up, and fuck you, or if I should strip you down and leave you in heels.”

She gives me a seductive smile, her eyes heavy with lust. “Who said it has to be one or the other?”

Oh, fuck yes.

“Let's go,” I say, taking her hand and pulling her with me through the crowd.

I need her like I need my next breath. And that’s never going to change. Destiny Gallagher is my purpose in life.

* * *

My cell ringsand Destiny groans. “Shut it off,” she whines.

I reach over her naked body and pick my cell up from the floor, where our clothes are currently lying in a messy bundle. I took her against the wall with her dress up and over her arse as soon as we entered the hotel room. Then, after I recovered, I carried her to bed, where I peeled the dress from her body and fucked her while she was still in her heels.

“Psycho Boy, leave me alone. You got enough last night,” she grumbles as she moves so she’s lying on her back. The sheets are tangled around her legs and cover her pussy, but the rest of her body is completely exposed.

My mouth closes around her nipple, and she moans. “God, leave me alone, you fiend.”

I chuckle and answer the phone. “Yeah?”

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