Page 41 of Bloody Union
“It would be the perfect way to get rid of your father,” Makenna says softly. “Pretend that Kurt killed him, that your father found out that Kurt was behind the hit at the wedding. After all, Alessio was shot, your father was outraged and confronted Kurt when he discovered the betrayal. Kurt, who is already fucked, did what any man who’s fighting for their life does. He shoots your father and kills him. Then, you take out Kurt for not only shooting Alessio and I, but also killing your father. You had to put him down. Case closed, everyone mourns that fucking arshole, no one knows that you killed him and you get to become Capo.” She gives me a bright smile, she’s a fucking genius.
“Holy shit that could actually work,” Alessio grunts.
Makenna’s lips turn up in disgust, “Of course it will work,” she sneers, probably pissed that he was shocked that she came up with it.
“It’s fucking brilliant and it’s what we’ll do. No one is going to see it coming. We’re all going to be focused on finding out what the hell happened at the wedding and getting revenge on the Bratva. Nobody is going to be looking at us and our father,” I tell her and I’m rewarded as she smiles at me, her eyes full of brightness.
Makenna pulls up out front of our apartment building. “Are you going with them?” There’s a slight hesitancy in her voice, I fucking hate it.
“No, I’m staying with you. Always.” The relief in her eyes would bring a better man down. “Romero will grab the bag I have packed.”
“Okay,” she says softly.
“Makenna?” Romero says as he’s getting out of the car. She turns to look at him and I do the same. “Set up the wedding.” He closes the car door behind him and walks toward the apartment.
“You knew he’d say yes, didn’t you?” I ask her as she drives off.
“Yes, what Romero doesn’t know is that my Granda is hell bent on taking over the entire USA, he wants every state to be run by the Irish. Holly is Irish, she’s a woman who wasn’t trained as I was, but her husband and any husband of the women born a Gallagher will take over as Underboss. But Romero has skills that could see him as Boss. Skills that would put him ahead of any of the other marriedmade men.”
Holy fuck, Romero would fucking love that. It’s something he would never have thought off.
“Dante, you’ll be Boss soon enough. Have you thought about doing the same as my Granda has?”
“Taking over more than the east coast?” She nods. “No, I haven’t, but I’m also not going to dismiss the idea either.”
“You want to take over the world, I’d stand by your side and take everyone down as you do,” she tells me with a soft smile.
Fuck. Hearing those words makes my chest burn. “When I get you home, I’m going to fuck you, Kenna.”
Her breathing deepens as her cheeks flush. “Dante.”
I grin, “Yeah, baby, that’s what you’re going to say when you scream out your release.”
She sighs as she squirms in her seat. Less than five minutes and I’ll be inside of her. “Fuck,” she whimpers.
“Oh, baby, that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
She glares at me but I can’t keep the smirk from my face. I’m going to worship every inch of her body, paying close attention to the Gallagher crest tattoo she has on her ass.
Thirteen
Makenna
I takea deep breath as I open the front door to my parent’s house. Romero and Alessio are a step behind Dante and I. I’m actually nervous about what’s going to happen today, but there’s not much that I can do. I’m here an hour before Killian and Danny are due to arrive as I need to talk to my da in private.
Things between Dante and I are amazing. Our relationship has gotten stronger and stronger. . It’s been three days since I met with Killian and Danny, four days since Dante and I have been married and yet it feels like years. We’re getting closer and I can feel myself falling for him. It’s stupid, but I can’t help it. If he betrays me, it’ll destroy me and I’ll kill him.
“Hello? Anyone home?” I call out as I step into the hall and Alessio closes the door behind him.
“Nope,” Finn replies and I smile. “You’re early, Ma’s panicking.”
I roll my eyes, “I’m early ‘cause I need to talk to Da, where is he?”
“What? Am I not good enough?” Finn grins at me and this is why I return every Sunday. Things between us Gallagher children are easy and we all love each other.
“Shut it,” Da tells him as he steps into the hall. “She wants her da.” He pulls me into his arms, obviously not giving a shit that the Bianchi’s are here.
“Do you have some time? I need to talk to you,” I ask as I nibble on my bottom lip. I hate feeling this way, I’m not usually like this, but I hate the thought of my da being disappointed in me. I’m still his little girl, hell I always will be.