Page 49 of Vengeful Union

“Call your uncle and tell him you’ll have to push the meeting back until—” I get cut off when my phone rings. “Hold on, baby, let me get this.”

She nods. “You answer that, and I’ll start getting breakfast ready,” she says sweetly, and walks over to the stove.

Pulling my cell out of my jeans pocket, I see Makenna’s name on the screen, then swipe to answer.

“Ah, good, you’re awake. I need you to come to the house.”

I groan. Fuck. There go my plans to bring Destiny back to bed after we eat. “What’s happened?”

“I’d rather only say this once. How long will it take you to get here?” she asks, and I’m pretty sure it’s her weird-arse way of asking where I stayed last night.

“Not long,” I reply, knowing she’ll understand that I’m at Destiny’s.

“Good, I’ll see you soon,” she tells me, not in the least bit surprised. Then again, my declaration about where I stood on this subject was enough to let my family know exactly what Destiny means to me. “Oh, and, Finn, bring her with you.”

I bristle at the command. “Kenna,” I growl in warning.

What does the crazy bitch do? She laughs. “Oh, cool it. We know she’s yours. If the last time we spoke was to go by, you wouldn’t think twice about taking any of us out if you thought we’d hurt her. We won’t. We need to talk. The other women are going to be here, and you and I both know they’re nicer than I am.”

I snort. That’s putting it mildly. Makenna is anything but tactile. She doesn’t do the touchy-feely feelings crap. The only three people she’d ever do that crap to is her husband, son, and her best friend, Kinsley. Even then, it’s the bare minimum. My sister prefers to stay out of the whole ‘emotions’ thing. It’s down to our ma and how much of a fucking raging bitch she was. The woman slit her own daughter’s throat in a bid to keep her affair a secret.

God, when I found out the truth, I was furious. I only realized when we sat down to dinner and heard the comments my nephew kept saying. It all finally made sense—why Kenna hated being around our ma and why the woman never liked it when Kenna was home. It was because she was terrified of someone finding out what she did. Unfortunately for her, it wasn’t just anyone who found out. And when our da learned of it, he paid Ma back in kind. He slit her throat in one swift movement. I had never seen my da as angry as he was on that day, and I honestly can’t blame him. If he hadn't killed her, I would have.

Makenna and I have a special bond. While yes, she’s my boss, it doesn’t negate the fact that she’s my baby sister. Someone I will protect until my dying breath. It was I who found her when she was twelve and bleeding out on the hall floor after our ma slit her throat. That day changed me completely. I was no longer the easy-going guy. Instead, I put on a facade, one that everyone bought. I became colder, a monster; someone who didn’t think twice about the shit I was doing. Killing people came easy to me, and since the day I found Makenna on the floor, I no longer cared who I took out, just as long as I could settle the darkness that was screaming at me to be unleashed.

“You’ll bring her, yes?” she asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

I roll my eyes. “See you in a while,” I tell her, and end the call.

When I go back to Destiny, I see she’s busy cooking. I guess now is as good a time as any to tell her that she’ll be meeting the family. “Hey, baby, so that was my sister. She needs me to go over to hers. Work shit.”

She nods, not once looking back at me. “Okay, that’s cool.”

“She wants to meet you, so you’ll be coming with me.”

And just as I expected, the fireworks begin. The spoon in her hand clatters against the counter, and she abandons the pan on the heat as she spins and pins me with a glare. “I’m sorry. What was that? Because I’m pretty sure I must have misheard you. I mean, we spoke about this dictating shit you have going on.”

I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the table. “No, baby, you didn’t mishear me. I said you’re coming with me.”

She looks at me like I’m fucking simple. “Yeah, because that’s what I want to do right now—go into the house of the craziest woman in the world.” She rolls her eyes. “Does it run in your family? I mean, you’re a psycho, and the stories I’ve heard about your sister aren’t far off that.”

I shrug, not in the least bit offended by that. “Nah, my sister is way worse than what people say.”

She blinks, having not expected my answer. “You want to send me into the lion’s den?”

I throw my head back and laugh. I fucking love her sense of humor. “Why are you acting as though you’re in any way, shape or form sane? Baby, you’re fucking crazier than Kenna, and that’s a hard fucking feat.”

Oh, that gets her rattled.

“I’m sorry, what?” she hisses at me.

“Princess,” I murmur, trying to hide my smile. I’m pretty sure she’d have my balls if she saw me laughing right now. “I walked into your room at your father’s house, beat the shit out of him, and then took you. You didn’t even blink. Not to mention you don’t give a fuck about going toe to toe with me.”

She sighs tiredly, like talking to me is like talking to a child. “That’s because you’re not right in the head, Psycho Boy, and the only way to deal with you is to make you realize I’m not one of your whores.”

This time, I’m unable to fight back my grin. “Just try not to unleash your sass around everyone.”

She haughtily raises a brow. “Who said I was going?”

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