Page 42 of Vengeful Union

"Fuck," Romero growls. "I'm going to kill that motherfucker."

Oh no. That's something I'll enjoy doing, something I'll relish. James Carter's days are numbered.

"So, you took his daughter," Makenna says, the anger no longer directed at me. "What's your plan with her?"

"I'm keeping her." My statement is met with blank stares and confused looks. "Destiny Carter is off limits."

Romero gets to his feet. "You're keeping her? What the fuck? She's our best way of getting revenge."

"She's off limits," I repeat, my tone anything but friendly.

He stares at me, a challenge glinting in his eye. "She's his fucking daughter. The only thing he holds dear. What the fuck is wrong with you?" he snarls at me.

"Do you tie the only thing you hold dear to a fucking bed?" I hiss at him. "Do you starve her so she can't stand on her own two feet? What about selling her? Hmm? Is that what you do to someone you hold dear?"

"Fuck," Denis growls. He has four daughters. He feels this deeply. No one hurts his family, especially not his girls.

"That motherfucker needs to die," Danny says, slamming his hand down on the kitchen island. As a father of two girls, he’d slaughter anyone who would try to harm them. He’d never hurt a single hair on their head.

"He is going to die," I vow. I'll not settle until that fucker is six feet under.

"So, what's the plan?" Dante asks, speaking for the first time. He is much like my brother, Denis; level-headed and calm. He's always one step ahead, thinking about the next move he's going to make.

"The fucker has gone to ground. No one has seen him in over a month." I frown. "How did you know I took Destiny?"

Makenna's lips twist into a snarl. "That fucker called me. He wanted to know why you thought it was a good idea to take his daughter."

Oh, that fucker is good. Too fucking good. Bastard.

"He owes me money. Thought he could sell Destiny to me and that it would absolve the debt. No fucking way."

Denis nods in agreement. "No, that fucker doesn't get away with it. No one sells their kids. Fucking bastard."

Callie’s face is pale. Kids are Callie’s soft spot.

I turn to Makenna. "Carter isn't our biggest problem right now." I hate this fucking shit. "Let's go to your office and talk."

I indicate that Denis, Danny, Malcolm, and Romero should follow us. There's no point in asking Dante; he's already moving toward the office.

Denis sidles up beside me. "Do you have evidence?" He knows what I'm about to say.

"Yeah." The anger comes back thick and fast.

"Fuck," he responds. "This is going to gut her."

I nod. It sure is, but it needs to be said.

"Want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Makenna asks as I enter her office.

She takes a seat behind her desk, which has papers strewn across it. Dante takes up a place by the fireplace, his arms crossed over his chest and his legs spread apart. He's glowering at me. I raise a brow and watch as his lips twitch. He may be the fucking Boss of the Italian Mafia, but that doesn't mean shit to me. He's the man who married my baby sister, so I'll always give him shit.

Romero, Danny, and Malcolm take seats. Romero is seated by the window, while Danny and Malcolm sit on the sofa.

"Where's Patrick and Cian?" I ask her, wondering where our brothers are.

She sighs. "Cian's currently working for Romero. He's ensuring the drug runners we have are not skimming from the top. As to where Pat is, I couldn't tell you. Why?"

"Denis called me about nine months ago. Granda Henry had gotten word that there were murmurs of a rebellion. That the Irish soldiers were disgusted by who was leading them now that Da's gone."

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