Page 51 of Vengeful Union

Makenna laughs. “Of course, everyone is dying to meet Destiny.”

My stomach knots, and my heart pounds. Is this what it feels like when people meet the firing squad? I'm not afraid of what's going to happen; I’d just rather avoid the foreplay and have them tell me they’re going to kill me; get it out of the way.

When Finn took me, I always knew there could be a chance that he might snap. That there could be a time when he would wrap his hand around my throat and squeeze until the life left me. That was always a possibility—still is. But with his family, I don't know what they're like. Oh, I've heard the stories, been told the gory details about their kills, but I don’t know what they're physically capable of, and that's what has me cautious.

“Don’t worry. None of us bite,” Makenna says as she and Dante step away from the door and further into the house.

I’m led into their family home, Finn keeping me close to him.

“The same can’t be said for Dest.” Finn grins at me with that cocky smile of his.

I glare at him. I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The bastard. He knows what I’m like when he talks about sex, and he had to mention it in front of his sister. What the hell is wrong with him? He woke me up last night and fucked me into oblivion. As there were men in the house, I ended up biting Finn’s shoulder to stop me from screaming when I orgasmed.

“You and your hand will be getting better acquainted,” I hiss quietly at him, unable to believe he brought this up.

The asshole’s smile widens. He pulls me into his body, his fingers coiling in my hair. “Never going to happen, princess. I only come in you.”

My nose scrunches up. “I’ve shut up shop. No nookie for you.” I smile sweetly at him. “Now, can we stop talking about this?”

His mouth crashes down on mine, and like every time we kiss, my mind blurs and I cling to him, unable to pull away. I’m drawn to him like a magnet.

“Never,” he growls, his lips inches from mine. “Never take away what belongs to me.”

I roll my eyes at his possessiveness. I thought we’d be past this by now, but I’m thinking Finn’s always going to be like this. “Don’t you have work to do?” I remind him with a raised brow.

“Yeah, but first, everyone’s waiting.”

I inwardly groan. “Yay,” I reply sarcastically. “I can’t wait.”

He grins. “Don't worry, baby, I'll protect you.”

I believe him, and I don't know why, because this is his family. He should protect them. Have their backs, not mine. He doesn't really know me. But somewhere deep down, I know if push came to shove, he'd be on my side. I’m not sure what to make of that.

He leads me into the kitchen, and I come face to face with not only his sister but also his brothers, Denis and Cian. Not to mention his nephews, Danny and Malcolm, and his niece Holly—whom I have met. The night I met her, she was shot.

“Hey, Destiny,” Holly says with a smile, warm and welcoming. The same, however, can’t be said for the mountain of a husband of hers. Romero Bianchi is lethal. Gorgeous, dangerous, and deadly. He’s glaring at me with those cold brown eyes of his.

I don’t cower back. Instead, I meet his gaze head on. I learned from the best. Drake Francis is a cold-ass motherfucker; stoic and deadly. He’s also my protector—has been since I was a baby. He taught me so much, and I’m thankful to him for also making sure I have the backbone not to cower at those who try to intimidate me.

“Destiny,” Dante Bianchi says. There’s no anger in his voice, but there’s a slight edge to it.

I raise a brow at Romero and then turn to his brother, the Head of the Italian Mafia. “Dante,” I respond, my tone even but not unfriendly. I’m not that disrespectful. Neither he nor Makenna have been rude. In fact, they’re the only ones, other than Holly, who have made an effort to say hello.

“How are you, Destiny?” Makenna asks as she takes a seat at the kitchen table.

“I’m fine, thanks,” I reply, wondering what she’s getting at.

She glances between Finn and me, her eyes full of questions. Finn tenses, his hand moving to rest on my back.

“What happened?” she demands.

I stare at her, trying to play off innocence and confusion. “What happened?” I echo.

“What did he do to you?” she asks, anger lingering in her words.

What didn’t he do—now that’s the question. I shake my head, still playing innocent. “I don’t understand.”

Finn’s hand on my back tightens, his body still tense.

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