Page 48 of Bloody Union
“That’s why you’re the fucking best,” a deep voice calls out from the behind us. I turn to see Makenna’s grandfather standing in the doorway with a scowl on his face. He’s just an older version of Seamus, he has a full head of gray hair and his bright-blue eyes are full of life and darkness.
“Dad, what are you doing here?” Seamus asks as he takes his seat again, the only ones that are still standing are Finn and I.
“I’m here to end that fucking arsehole’s reign. He hurt my favorite granddaughter and for that he’s going to pay.”
“Granda,” Makenna chastises him. “Where’s Holly?”
“She’s at the hotel with her father and Malcolm. I didn’t think it would be right to bring them all here.” He gives Seamus a pointed look.
“Wait, who’s here?” Cian asks with a frown.
“Danny’s brother and sister are here,” Makenna informs him. “As is his father.” She can’t keep the smile off of her face, I know how much her family means to her. She’d do anything to protect them and she’s missed them. She’s not seen them in six months, although she does speak to them a lot.
“Denis and Malcolm will want in on this conversation. I’m here as a courtesy call. Seamus, if you want them here, they can be here in thirty minutes. If not, we’re moving this meeting to the hotel.” The old man turns to me. “We’ve not been introduced, I’m Henry,” he tells me as he holds out his hand. I don’t hesitate, I reach out and we shake.
“It’s good to see you,” I tell him, and it’s the truth. He may give me some insight into the way Makenna is.
He nods, “And you too, son, you too.” He then turns his attention to Romero, “You must be Romero.” The two of them shake hands, “You’ll do nicely for my Holly. I’m sure you’re anxious to meet her.”
“Whoa, what the fuck?” Danny grouses.
“Danny boy, stay out of this. This doesn’t concern you,” Henry says with a bite to his tone.
“The hell it doesn’t, that’s my fucking sister.” Danny’s glaring at Romero. “She’s not being given to that arsehole.”
Henry sighs, “You had no problem when it was Makenna that was forced into a marriage. Besides, I, unlike you, have spoken to Holly and she’s agreed to the union. You don’t have a say in what’s happening. You have your own marriage to worry about.”
Danny’s eyes flash with anger, “My…”
“Leave it alone, Dan,” Makenna tells him, not even looking at him, her gaze on her laptop. “I’ve spoken to Holly, she’s fine.”
The fight leaves him and he nods. “Okay, fine, what are we going to do about that Italian arsehole?”
My teeth clench at his words. “Watch it.”
He smirks, “Dante, I no longer class you as Italian, you’re family.”
“Enough,” Henry growls. “Seamus, do you have a fucking problem having your son and his family here?”
Seamus sighs as he glances at his sons.
“No he doesn’t. This is bullshit.” Kenna’s pissed off tone cuts through the tension in the room. “I am not going to divide my time between my family. I have done it enough and it has to stop. Next week it’s a meeting of the family. Every Boss, Underboss, andmade manwill be in attendance. That means we’re all going to be there. The last thing we need is for our men to think there’s a fraction in the family.” She lifts her head and glares at her brothers then toward her father. “You have a problem with Denis or any of his kids, get the fuck over it. You are not the injured party here. If you treat my nieces and nephews with anything but respect, we’re going to have a problem.”
Danny grins, “Aww, I feel the love.”
“Shut it,” Makenna clips but there’s a smile on her face. “Okay, Granda, call Denis and tell him to come over. Holly can work in the other dining room and we’ll figure out a plan to get rid of Matteo Bianchi once and for all.”
My pride for my wife rises; she’s fucking magnificent. She always has a level head and manages to not let emotions sway her. Anyone else, they’d have tried to kill my father long before now. But not Kenna. No, she’s biding her time, making sure that when she does strike, he’s going down and not coming back up.
Fifteen
Makenna
“Why isit that both of his children are fucking Bosses and we’re not even Underbosses?” Patrick growls looking pissed off. He crosses his arms over his chest as he glares at Granda.
“Seriously?” I sigh, I’m sick of the childish bullshit.
Patrick shrugs, “Yeah, seriously, Kenna. This is what we’ve worked hard for, every fucking day of our lives and we’re still just grunts, yet you and them are Bosses!”