Page 43 of Bloody Union
“We?” Patrick echoes and I glare at him. “Makenna, you can’t be serious.”
I lift my boot and slide my hand in, my fingers connecting with the handle of my knife. In one swift move, I lift the knife from my boot and throw it across the room. It pierces Patrick’s shirt, just above his shoulder and embeds both his shirt and the tip of the knife in the wall. “Next time you question me, I will go for your throat.”
My brothers all stare at me as though they’ve never seen me before. I ignore them and focus on my da, who’s grinning like a lunatic. “We’ll figure out who the fuck is betraying Dante, then we’ll deal with it. You may be a Bianchi, son, but you’re now a Gallagher too. We take care of our own.”
The doorbell sounds and Da frowns, he has no idea what’s about to happen. Glancing at my watch I see that Killian and Danny are fifteen minutes early.
“Um, Da…” I say but it’s too late, the office door opens and in strolls my uncle and nephew.
“Seamus,” Killian says with a grin.
Danny has a grin on his face and I bite the inside of my lip to stop myself from smiling. “Granda,” Danny says with a nod of the head.
Da’s face is slack as he takes in Danny. Anyone with a fucking brain can see that Danny’s related to us, he’s the image of Denis, who looks like Da.
“Da, this is Denis’ son, Danny,” I say making the introductions.
“Fuck,” Killian comments as he stares at my da.
“Get over here,” Da grunts to Danny and I watch on as he walks over to my father and gets pulled into a hug. “Fuck, it’s good to see you.”
When my da releases him, Danny walks over to me and throws his arm over my shoulder. “You okay?” he asks and I nod. “You tell him?”
“Yeah, Danny, I told him. What about you, you get that thing sorted?”
He grins, “Yep, I called Da and told him, then I called Melissa. She’s pissed to say the least but we’re getting married. I’ve to deal with that arsehole of a brother of hers when I get back. But you were right.”
Killian groans, “Don’t fucking tell her that.”
I laugh, “I always am.”
Danny rolls his eyes, “And so modest too.”
“What the hell are we missing?” Finn asks and I turn to Da and see him staring at Danny and me.
Taking a deep breath I steady myself to tell them the story. “When I went to Ireland, I was shocked. When Da was seventeen, he fell in love. This woman was the love of his life and if Da had the choice, she’d have been the woman that he married but he was already engaged to our mother. Anyway, this woman got pregnant and because she was unwed and only seventeen, she was sent to a home where pregnant women go.”
I turn to Danny and see he’s looking down at me with a smile on his face. Glancing back at Da, I find him with his head bowed as he sits in his chair. “Da was forced to marry Mom, even though he didn’t want to. Granda had already promised her parents they’d be married and well we all know what happens when you renege on a promise.” I turn to my brothers and find them starting at me, their attention on me as they wait for me to finish the story.
“So when the woman came home, she had a baby with her. Denis. By this time, Mom had demanded that Da leave Ireland and to come here where they started a new life. Mom didn’t want Denis to be a part of our lives and Da agreed.”
“What the fuck?” Cian growls as he glares at Da.
“Yeah, so we have a brother. He’s forty. He’s the one that rules Ireland, and he’s cool as fuck. This is his eldest son, Danny, he also has five other children. Malcolm rules Spain and I’m pretty sure Holly will be moving here soon,” I inform them, knowing that Da has no idea about any of this. Or so I thought, but looking at him now and remembering his interaction with Danny, I realize I was wrong. Da knew about Dan. But how?
“Denis and I have been in contact recently, he’s told me all about his family, although he did leave out that he’s met you,” Da explains, probably seeing the confusion on my face.
I nod, “Danny, these are my brothers. Finn, Patrick, and Cian. Guys, this is your nephew, Danny.”
Danny removes his arm from my shoulder and I take a step backward into Dante’s arms. He kisses the top of my head and I shiver at his touch.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” Danny says as he shakes their hands.
“Same,” Cian replies with a smile that helps me relax; things between them are going to be fine.
There’s a knock on the office door and I know it's’ Ma. “Dinner is ready,” she tells us, not coming in. She’s not allowed, this is Da’s space.
“Coming,” Da replies and starts shooing us out of the room.