Page 13 of Explosive Union
“That would be great, thanks.”
The woman beams at him. “Of course. Please, sit,” she instructs us.
“How is Indiana?” my father asks Hayden once we’re seated.
“Grand,” the man replies, uninterested. “What about Chicago, Aldo? I mean, the little that you have of it, of course.”
I bristle at the fucker’s disrespectful tone. “Watch it,” I growl, but he just smiles.
Liam enters the room, his cell in hand, and all attention turns to him when he says hello to my father. “Aldo,” he says respectfully as my father rises to his feet. “It’s good to see you.” His Irish accent is not as thick as his wife’s but it’s still noticeable.
“And you,” my father replies with a genuine smile. “How is Jade?”
“She’s good. I’m just glad she’s home.”
“Not for long, Da,” Hayden tells him. “Ma’s driving her crazy. There’s no way in hell she’s staying here after tonight. If she does, she’ll end up killing someone.”
Dario grins widely. “Crazy woman,” he mouths to me.
“So, she’s not changed then,” my father says, and I narrow my eyes at him. Just how does he know so much about this family?
The door behind Liam opens, and I see an elderly man walk in with a woman on his arm. The man is older than dirt, but you can tell by the blue eyes that he’s a Gallagher. These Irish are very similar. They have a dominant gene pool with those bright blues.
Henry Gallagher in the flesh. It’s very rare for him to leave Ireland.
The woman is stunning. Her black hair is tied up in a knot—something both my sisters do when they’re at home—and she has curly tendrils that frame her face. She’s wearing a black tank top that stretches across ample tits and showcases her flat stomach. Matching black jeans fit her like a glove, along with high heels, and I can’t help but think how great she’d look wearing just the heels. My cock tightens as she moves toward Liam, her steps confident and sexy. She’s got a curvy figure; her hips are wide, and her ass is phenomenal.
I want her, that’s for fucking sure. But I have no idea who she is.
When she turns her gaze my way, I’m struck by how beautiful she is. Freckles span across her petite nose, and her eyes are the same blue eyes as most of the Gallagher family.
Jade.
My soon-to-be wife.
Fuck.
I never thought I’d be instantly attracted to the woman, nor that would I react this way. Damn it.
The glare she has when she looks at me and my brothers is filled with disdain.
“Jade,” my father says with a smile. “Beautiful as ever.”
“Mr. Gallo, pleasure as always,” she replies softly. Her voice is husky and raspy.
“Let me introduce you to my sons,” he says as he walks over to her and kisses her cheek. I watch as she tenses beneath him, all the while keeping the smile on her face. “Dario, Elio,” he tells her as he points at my brothers. “This is Rocco.”
The smile she has for my brothers doesn’t change. It’s controlled and wide. But the moment my father says my name, the corners of her eyes narrow and her lips tilt ever so slightly. If you weren’t paying attention, you’d miss it.
“Nice to meet you all,” she says as she steps back from my father.
“Breakfast?” Edwina says as she waltzes into the room with a coffee pot.
“I’ll just have toast thanks, Mam,” she replies.
“Some things never change,” the old woman comments from her chair.
“Yep,” Jade says, popping the P. “You’re still alive.”