“I guess I know what everyone’s going to call me now,” I say with a laugh. Although it’s forced, it’s all I can do to stop the tears.
“And what’s that?” His voice is a rumble.
“Bloody bride.”
“Anyone calls you that, I’ll kill them.” It’s a promise.
I shrug, “It’s what I am. Our wedding turned into a bloody union, Dante.”
He spins me around and I crash against his body. “I don’t give a fuck.” He growls, “You’re not a bloody bride. Why wouldn’t you let the doctor see your arm?”
I shake my head. “I don’t like anyone touching me.”
I watch as his features darken, “You let me.”
I’m speechless, I have no idea what to say without making myself sound like a complete bitch. “I haven’t let anyone near me with a sharp object since someone slit my throat.” He opens his mouth to say something but it’s too much. I pull away from him and walk into the bathroom, I need to see what my arm’s like. I managed to tie a piece of fabric from my dress around it after Kinsley helped me in the church with Alessio. Untying the fabric I see the bleeding has stopped, it’s not as bad as I had feared. I won’t need stitches but it’ll leave a mark. What’s one more to add to the mix? I clean the wound and leave it be, I need a shower and putting a bandage on it will be pointless at this stage.
“Kenna…” It’s a gruff whisper, I shouldn’t turn around and face him, but he has a pull over me, one that I can’t ignore. “Fuck.” He grabs hold of my waist and spins me around so that I’m facing him. “You’re supposed to be this docile woman who knows her place.”
I scoff, “Whoever gave you that impression needs to be shot.”
His lips twitch, “How did you know how to fix Alessio? How do you drive like you’re born to do it? Driving at full speed, without breaking a sweat? How the fuck do you know how to shoot a gun and hit the target every time?”
“Dante…” I whisper, we weren’t supposed to be doing this tonight. “Tomorrow.” Even then I doubt I’ll be able to do it.
“You drive me fucking crazy. What the hell am I going to do with you?”
I laugh, “You’re my husband, Dante. I’m sure you can come up with something creative…”
His hands tighten on my hips and he lifts me up. Instinctively, my legs wrap around his waist, my arms going around his neck. His lips are on mine. It’s hot, hard, demanding. I sink into his embrace, his hands sliding from my hips to my ass, pulling my body against his thickening cock. I moan, grinding against it. There’s something about Dante that makes me lose myself. Whenever I’m around him, I feel the heat between us. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, stealing my breath. I push back with my own. My hands fisting into his hair, pulling his head closer to mine.
It’s only when my back hits the bed and he’s leaning over me do I realize that he walked us from the bathroom to the bedroom. I’m in such a lust filled haze that I have no idea what’s going on. “This dress needs to come off,” he growls, the sound reverberating in his chest.
I lick my lips, “You don’t like it?” I’m breathless.
His eyes are dark with lust, “I didn’t say that. It’s fucking tight, it clings to you. It shows me what’s underneath and right now, I need it off, so I can see all of my bride.”
I squirm beneath him, God, why do I find that a turn on? I hear the unmistakable snap, my body freezes as I see his switchblade in his hands. Is he for real? I don’t fight, instead I stay still. I learned from a very young age not to show fear.
“Kenna…” His voice sounds hoarse but I ignore it. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Now where have I heard that before? Oh yeah, right before my throat got slit. I don’t trust anyone, I can’t afford to. Look where trust got me.
“Baby, I promise.” He sounds as though he’s hurting, but I’m not focusing on him, my eyes are glued on the knife in his hands.
“Do it,” I demand, whatever the fuck he’s doing, just do it and get it over with.
With the flick of his hand, the knife slices through my dress, the ripping sound loud through the silence of the room. As soon as he’s finished cutting my dress, he folds the knife away and puts it back in his pocket. The dress falls away from my body, leaving me completely naked except for the tiny, white, lacy G-string. I’ve never had a problem with nudity, but laid bare before him, I feel oddly exposed in a way I’ve never felt. I lift my chin high, not willing to show any weakness.
“Come back to me… Kenna…. Come back.” His lips are on my neck, kissing and sucking. “Baby, come back.” My hands go to his hair and my back arches as his lips capture my nipple, his teeth grazing them and I gasp. “That’s it.”
My hands tighten in his hair and I pull. He raises a brow at me, the stupid asshole has a smirk on his face. “Next time you hold a knife against me, I’ll kill you.”
That smirk of his widens but his eyes flash with something dark. “Yet another question. Tell me something Makenna, why do I get the feeling that killing me would come easy to you?”
I ignore the stupid question, my hand reaching between our bodies for his zipper. I pull it down and his cock springs free. “Are you going to stare at me, or are you going to fuck me?” I breathe, needing him. He only has to touch me and my body is alight, it’s as though my blood is on fire as it runs through my veins.
He sucks in a sharp breath. “I know what you’re doing,” he murmurs as he lifts off me. I watch as he strips down. His shirt comes off first and his muscles are tight, just as he probably is. Dante is a closed book, or so they say. He doesn’t show any emotion. Yet looking at my husband, I say they’re wrong, Dante’s lust is an emotion and I’m wondering what other emotions I can invoke.
My legs wrap around his waist as soon as he’s on top of me. The heels of my feet against his ass and I’d love nothing more than to reach down and touch it, in fact, there isn’t any part of him that I don’t want to touch. His mouth crashes down on mine, his tongue sweeping in and I’m lost. That’s all it takes from him, a kiss and I’m putty in his hands. I arch back when his finger enters me. His mouth still on mine, trailing his fingers along my body. His touch searing against my skin. It’s too much, he’s everywhere and yet, I don’t want him to move. My body starts to grind against his finger and I feel his smile against my lips, thankfully he doesn’t say anything.
My pleasure climbs and I’m grinding harder and harder against his hand. He tears his mouth away from me and I whimper, instantly missing the soul splitting kiss. “Give it to me, Kenna. Come for me.” I shatter at his words, my breathing coming out in pants as I try and come down from the intense orgasm.
“I’m sorry, baby, but this is going to hurt,” he murmurs. I should have prepared, but I was otherwise occupied. He slams his cock into me and pain tears me apart. I cry out and Dante stills inside of me. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He holds me until I get accustomed to having him inside of me. I wiggle beneath him, testing to see if it still hurts. He lets out a sharp hiss. “Fuck, Kenna, I’m barely hanging on, don’t do that again.”
Instead of wiggling, I grind down against him, my pussy contracting around his thick cock. “Are you going to stay there all day?” I drawl, my legs tighten around his waist, “Or are you going to fuck me?”
“Christ,” he growls but starts to move.
I’ve never known pleasure like it. Having Dante inside of me, filling me up, I feel something I never thought I’d feel. I feel like I’m home and that scares me. I push that thought out of my mind and focus on what’s happening between us. “More… Harder,” I beg, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I hold on.
“Makenna, I can’t, I’m barely holding on…”
“Dante, do you think I give a shit if you lose control?” My fingernails dig into his shoulders as he thrusts into me harder than before. “God. Oh, please, Dante. I need more.”
His mouth smashes against mine, and I know that he has finally released those reins he had. Th
e kiss is hectic, hard, furious, and bruising. He continues thrusting into me and it’s painful but the pleasure I’m feeling far outweighs the pain. I’m clawing at him as I try to reach that peak once again. It doesn’t take long before that pleasure once again washes over me and I let go, screaming his name as my pussy spasms around his cock.
He thrusts, once. Twice. Three more times before he releases inside of me. “Fuck,” he bites out, his breathing labored. He pulls out of me and lifts me into his arms. “Shower time.”
“I can wash myself,” I tell him although there’s no heat in my words. “What the hell are you doing to me?” I ask once he sets me down on the counter in the bathroom.
He shakes his head. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy. You’ve gotten to me and I’m not sure I even want you there.”
I laugh, at least I’m not the only one that’s feeling this way. “You’re stuck with me, so deal with it.”
His eyes darken as his gaze sweeps across my naked body. “Oh, baby, you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
I smile, because I know exactly who Dante Bianchi is. The problem is, Dante has no clue as to who I am and that could be the biggest problem I’ve ever faced. “Shower time,” I tell him as he turns it on.
“You’re awake,” I say as I walk into Alessio’s room. I’m not sure where Romero is, I’d assume he’d have spent the evening in here with him. I’ve checked on Alessio every few hours and Romero wasn’t in here any of those times.
He’s frowning as he croaks, “I am. What the hell happened?”
I sigh as I walk over to him. “How much do you remember?” I lift up the blanket and check the bandage, there’s no blood, which is fucking great, it means the stitches haven’t busted.
His tongue darts out and he glances at me and then to the doorway, I know Dante’s just walked in. “You got married, then all hell broke loose, I got shot…” His eyes move to my arm, “You got shot.” I nod, he obviously knows what happened. “Then we came here and you were…” he glances down at my hand on his stomach, “and here I am.”
I smile, “You passed out, either from the pain or the blood loss, I’m not sure which. You’re fine, the bullet was taken out and it didn’t hit anything major. You’re all stitched up. The doc gave you antibiotics and a blood transfusion. You really shouldn’t move for a couple of days and even then, it shouldn’t be anything too strenuous.”
A hand clamps on my waist, “What she means is, no fucking around. Once the doc has cleared you, then you can get back to work.” Dante’s voice is hard.
Alessio groans but nods. “Do you need anything? Angela’s here, so if you’re hungry, just let her know. For as long as we’re here, she’s going to be here.” I turn, wanting to set some space between Dante and I. I know what’s coming and I’m not ready for it.
“Thank you,” he says and I nod.
I make my way toward my room and I smile when I see bags by the door. I arranged for Finn to get our things from the hotel and give them to Angela. At least this way, the men have some of their own things. I pick up the bag and walk into the bedroom, I instantly hear the door close behind me. Shit. Dante followed me.
“Okay, Makenna, I’ve had enough. It’s time for us to talk.”
I turn and face him, he’s staring at me intently. He really does want me to bear all to him; unload all of my secrets. The problem with that is, it’s giving him power. Power that I’ve never let anyone have before.
“Kenna, start talking.”
“What do you want me to say?”
He takes a step closer to me. “I want to know exactly who I fucking married. I’ve done a lot of research on you and yet, staring at you now, I know that I don’t have half the fucking info. So who the hell are you?”
I sigh, there’s no way out of this. I open my mouth and decide to take a chance on a man that’s made me feel things I shouldn’t feel. If he betrays me, I’ll kill him. I’m not the twelve year old girl who watched as her ma slit her throat, I’m stronger than that.
Seven
Dante
Her eyes close as I wrap my hand around her arm, careful not to hurt her. I'm still pissed she got shot yesterday, although, the way she's acting, it's like an everyday occurrence for her. She takes a deep breath and opens her eyes, they're void. Completely dead. I'm wondering what the fuck I've gotten myself into.
"I'm Makenna, that's the truth. I'm a Gallagher, albeit, a bit more than you were bargaining for. My da owns the Irish in New York, you already know that. But what you don't know is that he still answers to the Boss. Kind of like your da answering to the Capo dei Capi."
I get it, there's a Boss, over the Boss' it's the way it goes. It keeps the balance in the Mafia and also to try and keep the families at peace.
"Well my granda is the Boss, the real Boss. And he owns the Irish in America, all of them, along with Ireland, the UK, and Spain. My granda is the shit." She smiles and I can see the real love she has for him. "He's older than dirt but he's with the times. He makes decisions that he thinks work for the family. Some of those decisions have turned into secrets, and I'm privy to more than a few. Whereas, my da and brother's aren't."
I narrow my eyes, "Why would he tell you, but not your dad?" I have this sickening feeling that I've been played.
She shrugs and pulls out of my arms. "When I was twelve, I was hurt..."
I open my mouth to demand she tell me who the hell hurt her when she raises her hand quieting me down. I snap my jaw shut, grinding my teeth as I do so.
"I'll tell you that Dante, I will. But not today. You don't get all of my secrets today. I'll tell you most of them. But there are somethings I can't. Not yet. Not until..." She drifts off and I know that she meant she won't tell me until she knows if she'll be able to trust me or not.
"My throat got slit and Da lost his mind. He sent me away to live with Killian." She shakes her head with a smile. "Killian is gruff, he's not got kids and he doesn't have a wife, he lives for his cause and won't let anything get in the way."
"What cause is that?"
She frowns at me, there's a weird look in her eyes. "Dante, I thought you said you did your research?"
"I did," I say through gritted teeth. I don't think I've clenched my jaw as much as I have done in the past few minutes.
"Then you'd know that Killian is the leader of the American faction of the Real Irish Republican Army."
I blink, "Say what now?"
She bites her lip and my cock springs to life, "He's the leader of the Real IRA here in the US." She acts as though it's not a big deal.
"Your uncle is a fucking terrorist."
Her eyes flash with anger and annoyance. "Oh, listen here, you arsehole. He's not a terrorist. You don't see me classing you as one and you've probably killed as many people as he has. We don't get to judge people. We don't get to act superior to those that are in a similar line of work. We are all guilty of killing people."
"We?" I echo.
She nods. "Yes, we, Dante. Let me fucking finish the damn story," she snaps and I smirk, I definitely need her to get angry more often. The flash of those pretty green eyes, along with the way she purses her lips makes me hard. I wave my hand for her to continue. Heaven forbid I stop her.
"Thanks," she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Da wanted me to be safe." She scoffs. "So he sent me away with Killian."
Christ, he sent her to live with that murdering asshole?
I don't know the man, I've heard the tales of what the IRA do and how they bomb innocent people and harm those that get in their way. Yes, the Mafia kills people, but we draw the line at innocent women and children.
"What Da didn't know was Killian thought it would be best to train me. So that's what he did. He taught me how to fight, how to shoot, and most of all, he taught me how to survive. To ensure that no one would ever be able to hurt me again."
Fuck, okay, maybe he's not a raging, murdering asshole.
"When he thought I was ready,
he took me to Ireland where I spent most of my time with my granda. Did you know that I have another brother?" She laughs at my shocked expression. Fuck, how did we not know that she's got another sibling? "When Da was seventeen he met this woman, well, she was who he truly loved. She ended up getting pregnant and was sent away. Back in those days an unwed pregnant woman was a huge no-no. Granda wouldn't let Da marry her especially when Da was promised to Ma. So the woman had the baby and Da and Ma moved here and got on with their lives. Ma wouldn't let my brother, Denis, come stay with us. He was cut out of our lives and I don't think my other brothers know about him."
I reach up and push a stray strand of hair behind her ear, needing to touch her.
"So I spent the majority of my time with them. I'm a lot younger than Denis. He's got kids that are older than me and some that are younger. His wife is a bitch and I hate her, but I do love my nieces and nephews. So I stayed put. Granda had plans for Denis and I. We're his grandchildren, and with our family when you're in, you're in. So Denis runs Ireland, his son Danny runs the UK, and his other son Malcolm runs Spain."
"Your dad only runs New York. Who runs the rest?"
She looks at me and I know in that instant what her answer is. "I do..."
"Christ," I curse, what the fuck?
"Well, we do now." She drops that bomb with a little laugh.
"What?" I can't take my eyes off her, she's smiling, huge.
"Dante, I run the entire east coast other than New York. You are my husband, did you really think I'd not tell you who I really am and have you sit on the side lines? My men know that we're getting married and they also know that together we'll rule. Unless you have a problem with that?" There's a tone I don't miss, she's daring me to argue with her.
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