Page 34 of Bloody Union

Makenna climbs out of the ring once she’s got the tape off her hands, “You were both fifteen. Get the hell over it. Stupid idiots, trying to fight over the same damn woman. I don't understand why you're so pissed. Hayden ended up catching the clap.”

Danny laughs, “Shit, I forgot about that. You’re right. I should forgive him. Especially if he’s training you. I thought he was in Chicago?”

Makenna walks over to me, a bright smile on her face. I can’t help but be fucking proud. “He is in Chicago.”

He narrows his eyes, “When the hell were you in Chicago?”

I watch as she counts to three, her eyes narrowed into slits. “Danny—” Her voice is dangerously low and I see him take a step backward. “You are not my father, nor are you my husband. I am old enough to make my own decisions and I can go where I damn well please.”

“Auntie Kenna,” he says softly as he moves toward her.

She spins and pins him with a glare, “Don’t try and flatter me.”

He grins, “You’re my favourite auntie.”

She sighs, “You and Killian are the fucking same. I am your only auntie. You cannot sweet talk me.” She turns to face me. “I’m going to have a shower before I kill my nephew. Please, while I’m gone, resist doing it for me.”

I chuckle, “I’ll try, no promises though.” She raises up to her tip-toes to kiss me. Her tits press against my body and my cock stirs.

“Down boy,” she whispers as she walks away from me, her body swaying as she does.

“Fucking hell, how many secrets does she have?” Alessio asks once we’re alone.

“Um, want to explain how she has a nephew that’s older than her? None of her brothers have had kids?” Romero asks and winces. “Fuck, she can really land a punch.”

I bite back a laugh, “If you want, I’m sure she can train you.”

Alessio throws his head back and laughs.

“So, what are we going to do about dad?” Romero questions quietly.

Now that’s a good question. Right now I have no idea. It needs to be executed perfectly. The last thing I need is for anyone to find out I killed him. I have so many different ways of killing him, all of them wouldn’t lead back to me.

I’ll talk it over with Makenna, that woman has a fucking terrifying mind and no doubt will have the perfect way to kill the bastard. His time is coming and when it does, I am going to be the one to end his life.

Eleven

Makenna

I walk downstairsafter getting washed and dressed. Killian still kept some of my clothes here, which I’m not surprised. As much as he likes to act like he doesn’t care, he really does. He always makes an effort to check in every so often. I’m the closest thing he has to a child and I love him just as I love my da.

“Kenna?” Danny calls as I hit the bottom step. I turn at the sound of his voice. He’s got tape over his bloody nose, bruising is already starting to form underneath his eyes, and he’s gingerly standing by the door, favoring his left side. The blow to his abdomen must have hurt him.

“Yeah, Dan, what’s wrong?” When I first found out about Denis, I thought it was weird that he had children that were older than me. Danny is the oldest, he’s a few years older than me but still has the mischievous look to him. He runs the UK while Denis runs Ireland, the two of them have an iron fist with how they rule and nobody messes with them.

“I fucked up Kenna,” he says softly as I walk over to him. “Da’s going to fucking kill me when he finds out.”

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I grimace, just knowing this isn’t going to be good. “What the hell did you do?” The relationship that Denis has with his kids is strong, he’d do anything for them.

He sighs, raking his hand through his hair. “I fucked Melissa Harding.” Melissa is the illegitimate daughter of Graham Harding, the head of the Harding Gang in London. She’s off-limits, as is their entire family. Him sleeping with her is going to start a war.

My eyes widen. “What the fuck?” I screech, my fingers itching to reach out and snap his neck. I take a step away from him, killing my nephew isn’t going to go down well. “Please, tell me that you are joking?”

Dante, Romero, Alessio, and Killian all step into the hall, their eyes glancing from me to Danny.

“Kenna, I fucked up, what do you want me to say?” He’s pissed now, he stands back against the wall and crosses his arms over his chest. He’s trying to look intimidating. Not happening.

“You fucked up? Danny, you didn’t forget to pick up the dry cleaning. You didn’t crash the car. You fucked Melissa Harding. You fucking moron.”