Page 46 of Bloody Union
Today, we’re going to the funeral. It’s a fucking farce and if I had the choice, I’d burn the bitch’s body and leave it as that. But Seamus and Makenna both agreed for the sake of Finn, Patrick, and Cian they’d hold a service for her. Since Makenna has to be in attendance, I will be as well.
“Babe,” I say as she steps into the bedroom. She’s wearing black matching underwear, it’s lacy and she looks sexy as fuck.
She turns to glare at me before pulling on her black heels. “Dante, don’t. You’ve already fucked me twice this morning. We have to get ready otherwise we’re going to be late.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Kenna, after everything that bitch did to you, how the hell are you even calm?”
She walks over to me and my dick twitches. Seeing her in just her underwear and heels makes me want to throw her onto the bed and fuck her into complete oblivion. Her hand rests on my chest and she takes a deep breath. I’m completely gone for this woman, there’s no if, buts, or maybes. Makenna Bianchi owns me heart and soul. Her other hand rests on my jaw. “Are you going to be by my side?”
“Of course,” I scoff. Did she think I wouldn't be?
“That’s why I’m calm. Fuck, Dante. We’ve been together for a week. A fucking week and it feels as though we’ve been together for a lifetime. Whatever the hell it is between us is real.”
“It is, real, raw, and fucking passionate. You’re it for me, Makenna,” I tell her honestly and watch as she closes her eyes. I rest my forehead against hers. “I’m serious, I’m not going to lose you, Makenna. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives showing you just how much you mean to me.”
“You’ve accepted me from the get go. You never dismissed me and for that alone I do trust you. You want to care for me, protect me, cherish me…”
“Love you,” I tell her and her eyes flare with wariness and fear, but also with hope. “Yeah, babe, I fucking love you.”
She shakes her head, “It’s too soon.”
I grip her face between my hands. “Fuck too soon. It’s not. I’d die for you. When I met you I knew you were different. Seeing you in that fucking bar, I was drawn to you and I didn’t know why. Since then all you have shown me is how loyal, faithful, and fucking amazing you are. There was no way that I couldn’t love you.”
She looks up at me and I see the vulnerability shine through her. She looks beautiful. “I love you too,” she whispers. And that right there is why I’d give my life for this woman. She doesn't bullshit me. She’s open and honest, just lets me know whatever she’s thinking. No games. Not with me.
I crash my lips against hers and she melts into me. “I’m your husband, I’m also the man that loves you. It’s ingrained in me to protect you, but I also know that you’re the Boss.”
She smiles brightly at me, her eyes light up as she does, she’s fucking gorgeous. “We’re the Boss,” she corrects me.
“We’re the Boss and I’d never do anything to undermine you, just as you wouldn’t with me. I’m not going to hurt you or betray you. What I want is for us to build a life together.” My hands slide down her body to her ass and I pull her flush against my erection.
“Talking about building a life together, is there something you want to tell me?” She has a smile on her face. I don’t think I’ve seen her this carefree before.
I nip at her lip and her hips push against me. “What are you talking about babe?”
She moans when I bite her neck gently. “I’m not on birth control and you’ve not once used a condom. Are you trying to get me pregnant?”
My body tightens at her words. I realize that she’s right, we’ve not once used any form of contraception. “Are you opposed to children?” I ask cautiously, feeling like an asshole. I should have realized this.
“I’m not opposed. Don’t worry about it, if it happens it happens.”
I relax, “Good, because there’s no way I’m wearing a condom. Nothing gets in between us. Ever.”
She grins at me. “A little caveman-ish, don’t you think?”
I chuckle, “You’re my wife, Makenna, that means you’re mine.”
She rolls her eyes. “You’re a Neanderthal. I’ve got to get dressed.” She raises up onto her toes and kisses my lips gently. “Love you,” she whispers and I deepen the kiss.
She pulls away and I can see the reluctance in her eyes. “I need to get ready. Please, will you go see if your brother has found anything out yet?”
I reach for my suit jacket, giving her one last kiss before I leave our bedroom.
“How is she?” Romero asks as I walk into the sitting room. He’s sitting on the sofa with a glass of whiskey in his hand.
“As well as can be expected.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “What happened? You look…”