Once he’s finished, I escape the shower not saying anything; my throat is clogged and I’m on the verge of tears. I reach for my towel and wrap it around my body.
“Babe?” he questions as he shuts the shower off.
“Yeah?” My voice hoarse. I keep my head down, not looking in the mirror ahead of me as I don’t want to see his face, to see the confusion and hurt in his eyes.
Within seconds he’s standing in front of me, he puts his finger under my chin. I don’t look up, I can’t. He’s too close. He adds pressure and lifts my face, and my eyes meet his. “Babe, what’s going on?”
I shrug, “I’ve never had anyone do anything so sweet for me. I’ve known you for a few weeks Dante and you’ve already shown me more love than I’ve ever experienced.”
His face darkens but he quickly masks it. “Well, babe, you’d better get used to it. You’re the only person who gets this side of me,” he growls as he lowers his mouth down onto mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and he takes my breath away. It’s quick but still amazing. “Your family are assholes, they’ve treated you like shit for years and it stops now.”
I smile at him. He’s my protector, my perfect, amazing man. “God, I love you,” I tell him and his face transforms with a wide smile.
“Love you too, babe.” He lifts me in his arms and walks me toward the bedroom. “Time for sleep, tomorrow is a new day and I’ve got to have a meeting with my father and the other men.”
He sets me on my feet and hands me my pajama shorts and tank top. “What about Romero?” He’s now one of my men and we’ve decided not to tell his father about it as that motherfucker will be dead soon. It’s none of his damn business anyway.
“He’ll be coming with me. Until that asshole is dead, Romero will act accordingly to Famiglia.”
I frown. “Even when he’s married to Holly, and he’s our Underboss he’s still going to be very much part of the Famiglia,” I tell him and he watches me carefully. “Having him be our Underboss is a way of strengthening the link between the Clann and the Famiglia. He’s still your guy, he’s still your brother.”
His eyes soften. “I know,” he says softly, but I’m not sure he does.
“Have you spoken to him about his upcoming nuptials?”
He shakes his head, “He’s been very tight lipped about it all. I’ll talk to him tomorrow after the meeting with Dad.”
I pull on my pajamas and climb into bed, Dante’s just moments behind me. When he climbs in, his arms go around me and he pulls me into his body. “Sleep, babe,” he commands and I scrunch my nose up at him, causing him to chuckle. “Go to sleep, I’ve got you.”
I yawn and sink further into his embrace. “Good night, husband, love you.” I mumble as my eyes close. It’s not long until I fall into a deep sleep.
I wake up to Dante’s mouth on my pussy, his tongue doing things that make my toes curl in pleasure. My fingers tangle into his hair and I tug as I grind against his mouth.
“Damn,” he growls and the vibrations of his words against my pussy sends shivers throughout my body.
I release his hair and grab hold of the sheets. “Dante!” I scream as my orgasm crashes through me.
He moves on the bed, positioning himself at my entrance, and thrusts into me. My orgasm is still rocking through my body as I’m clinging to the sheets.
“Morning, baby,” he whispers as he fucks me.
I smile at him, he’s face soft and his eyes still sleepy, he looks gorgeous. “Morning, darling.”
His eyes flash and I realize it’s the first time I’ve called him anything other than Dante. I’m lost in his gaze as I fuck him back, our bodies slick with sweat as we fuck mercilessly. Our breaths coming out in pants as we try and find our releases.
I come screaming his name once again and he groans in my ear as he releases inside of me yet again. It’s only going to be a matter of time until he knocks me up. I’m not so sure I’m ready for a baby, but I agree that I want nothing between us. If I get pregnant, then we’ll be happy and have our own little family. If I don’t, then it’s okay as it gives Dante and I longer together to learn everything there is to know about each other.
“Are you going to be okay?” he asks after a couple of minutes and I smile. He’s worried.
“Yeah, I’ll miss them, but we’re going to London next month for Danny’s wedding, and then a couple of weeks after that, we’ll see them all again as Holly and Romero are getting married.” I hate saying goodbye to my family, but I know this time that I’ll be seeing them soon. It won’t be another six months like last time.
He kisses my lips, “You’re going to be busy. Holly wants you to help organize the wedding.” He’s got a stupid grin on his face.
I groan, “Tell me about it. It was either me or have her bitch of a mother ruin it. At least with me, I’ll hire someone to do it and make sure everything’s running smoothly and Romero and Holly will get the wedding they want. Whereas, if Zoe had her way, she’d have the big wedding that she always wanted.”
His hand splays the base of my back as I rub circles on his chest. “What wedding did she have? She and Denis are married right?”
I nod, “Yeah, they’re married. It was a shotgun wedding. She was pregnant with Danny at the time and Denis was furious. From what I’ve heard, he thinks she got pregnant on purpose to trap him. So he married her in secret. She’s pissed about that.” I can’t help but smile, karma's a bitch and Zoe is destined to get hers soon.
Dante chuckles, “Remind me not to get on your bad side.”
I grin, “Keep giving me amazing orgasms and you’re golden.”
He pulls me on top of him and I straddle his stomach. “Well, baby, you have no problems there. I’m unable to keep my hands off you and that’s never going to change.”
I move so that his cock is at the entrance to my pussy. “Good, because I’d hate to kill you.”
He thrusts into me and I groan. “You love my cock, babe.”
I laugh. “True, but I love you more,” I tell him sincerely as I move.
“And I love you.”
God, how did I get so lucky?
Eighteen
Dante
Entering Dynamite, the club that we own, I see that most of the men are already here. I sent Romero and Alessio ahead of me, I want them to have their ear to the ground, see if there’s any rumblings about a coup. The last thing I need is for my father to be on alert that something may happen. That bastard deserves what’s coming to him and the sooner he’s six feet under the fucking better.
As soon as my father sees me he motions me to come to him. The smug smirk on his face pisses me off, but I dutifully walk over to him and wait for whatever stupid fucking thing he has to say.
“Dante, it’s good to see you can pull yourself away from your wife.” My jaw clenches at the way he spits wife out, but I ignore it and wait for him to finish whatever fucking tirade he’s on. “Those fucking Irish are making us look like fools. They’ve undercut us on all of our products. I won’t fucking stand for it.”
I sigh, this shit again? He’s known for a long time that the Gallagher’s have a better control on the drug trade than we do. He has never done anything about it before so why the hell is he pissing me off by bringing it up now? “What do you want me to do?”
Makenna and I have spoken at length about what’s going to happen when I take over. She won’t be undercutting us like she does, the price of the drugs will go up and we’ll all benefit from it. As soon as my father’s out of the picture, things for the Famiglia can only go up with my marriage with Makenna.
“You’re fucking married to one of them. Do whatever the hell you have to. Find out whatever the fuck you can about the business.”
I scoff, “Oh and how am I supposed to do that? Hmm, it’s not as though Makenna is in the know.”
Oh how untrue that actually is; if my father found out who was truly running the show he’d have a fucking conniption. My father’s old school
. Women are supposed to serve men, do whatever the hell we want them to. And in my father’s case, beat the shit out of them any time he wants in order to keep them in line.
He steps closer to me, getting in my face. “I don’t give a fucking shit. I want to know what the hell those fuckers have. I want what those fuckers have.”
He’s an arsehole, I can’t believe this shit. “Whatever,” I reply, knowing damn well that I won’t be telling him fucking shit. “Have you got Kurt on this too?” I hide my smile when his eyes flash with anger and his back straightens.
“Kurt’s currently lying low.” Oh I fucking bet he is. “He’s in trouble with the law again. Fucker can’t keep out of trouble.” He shakes his head in disappointment, and I know what he really means, Kurt’s lying low so that he won’t rat my father out about the shootings at my wedding. “Where are those useless, no-good brothers of yours?” he asks, glancing around the room, as if seeing if he can locate them.
“They’re here, they have been for a while,” I answer. I saw them as soon as I walked in the room. It’s another reason why my father is fucking shit at being the Boss, he’s too wrapped up in his own business to be on the look-out for danger.
He glances around the room once again and I see the exact moment when he sees them. “Fucking Romero,” he mutters and I turn to see my brother with a glass of whiskey in his hand. “Can’t that motherfucker do as he’s told once in his fucking life?”
“He’s having a drink,” I say as I scan the room. Everyone’s here now and they’re milling about as they wait for my father to get his shit together and speak to them.
“He’s useless, he’ll never amount to anything,” he says through clenched teeth. “He’s always been useless. He’s no good for the Famiglia, and he’s only here because he’s my son.” He spits out the word son as though it leaves a bad taste in his mouth.
How the hell did we not kill this motherfucker before now?
He turns and walks up the steps to the balcony, and like a fucking asshole he towers over us, like he’s some fucking king. “Gentlemen,” he says loudly, cutting through all the murmurs from the other men. “Welcome.”
I roll my eyes at his dramatics, he thinks he’s the fucking Godfather.
“Those Russian bastards are still on the loose, how close are we at finding them?”
Makenna and Romero have been trying to find out where the fuck those assholes are lying low. We keep hitting dead end after dead end. Not only that, they haven’t been able to find out how Kurt managed to tip them off about our wedding.
“Nothing yet, Boss, we have all the men on it. They’re going to turn up sooner or later,” Angelo speaks up. He’s one of my men, he’s loyal to me and I know that when the time comes he’ll have my back.
“Well keep your eyes open and ears peeled. Those fuckers can’t have gotten far.” The men nod at my father’s words. “Okay, now does anyone have anything they need to say?”
I grit my teeth, this is where all the fucking bullshit starts. Any indiscretions between our men that haven’t been solved come out here to be resolved and if they can’t, then it usually ends with one or both men lying in a pool of blood.
Francesco steps forward, his eyes on me, glaring at me. “Yeah, I want to know why the fuck he married that Irish puttana?”
I grit my teeth and look to my father, even though I want nothing more than to wrap my fingers around his neck and squeeze the life out of him. My father nods, giving me permission.
I step forward and the men behind Francesco take a couple of steps backward, not wanting to be associated with the man that’s about to lose his life. Francesco’s eyes widen as I get closer to him and he glances around and realizes that he’s alone. “What did you call my wife?” My anger is vibrating through my body.
He visibly swallows and he’s no longer able to meet my gaze.
“What did you call my wife?” I growl as I step up to him.
“Answer him, Francesco,” my father demands and I glance up just in time to see him smirking.
“Your wife is a whore, she’s an Irish whore,” he tells me as he stands up taller.
Romero shifts in my peripheral vision but makes no move to come to my aid. I don’t need him. The way I’m feeling right now, I’d tear every man in this room apart with my bare hands. “She is no whore. She is my wife.” My teeth grind together as I clench my jaw.
He fucking shrugs as though it’s no big deal. “She was part of the deal.”
I lift my hand to his neck, my fingers grip his throat and tighten around it. I relish the feel of his pulse fluttering widely beneath my grip. Within seconds his face is bright red as he struggles to breathe. I take pleasure in that too. “She is not a fucking whore,” I growl low. “And you’ll die for calling her that.”
It’s a hell of a lot harder to kill someone this way compared to shooting them, but with the rage I’m feeling, my bloodlust won’t be settled until I break his neck. A couple of minutes later, the fucker’s lifeless body is at my feet.
“Anyone else have a fucking problem with my wife?” I demand as I glance around the room and my men are shaking their heads a look of disgust on their faces as they stare at the motherfucker on the floor.
“Get the fuck out of here.” My father yells, “All of you.”
The men don’t need to be told twice, they make a hasty exit. I’m right behind them, Alessio and Romero hot on my heels.
“Dante, we’ll see you for dinner in a few days,” my father says as I reach the door. My steps don’t falter and I don’t look back, I just nod and carry on walking.
Just a few more days and that asshole is out of our lives for good.
“Bro,” Romero says carefully and I don’t want to hear it. “You fell into his fucking trap.”
“I know,” I snap. I know damn well that he fucking set that shit up. He wanted to know how I felt about my wife and I fucking showed him.
“To everyone else, you killed a man who disrespected you. But to our father, you showed him that your loyalty is now to your wife,” Romero says and shakes his head. “We’ve got to watch your back.”
I groan, great, just what I fucking need right now. “Don’t fucking tell Makenna.”
Romero chuckles, “Yeah, I’m not going to be the one to inform her that her husband may now be on a hit list. Good luck with that.”
I glare at him, “I’m not telling her either. She doesn’t need to know.”
“She’s going to kill you if you keep it from her and she finds out. She’s going to have your balls,” Alessio says finally entering the conversation.
He’s right, but I don’t tell him that.
“No one tells her anything,” I reiterate. I know her; if she finds out that my father is going to fucking kill me, she’ll off the bastard herself.
“If you say so,” Romero says as we reach my car. “I’m warning you now, when she finds out, I’m immigrating.”
“Your father is an arsehole,” Makenna growls as soon as she walks into the house.
I raise my brow, she didn’t even say hello. “What’s he done now?”
“Like you don’t know. For fuck’s sake, Dante. Why the hell are you acting as though you have no idea what I’m talking about?” She glares at me and I turn to Romero and Alessio, wondering which one of those assholes told her. “Don’t worry, your brothers didn't tell me. You should know by now, that I know everything.”
I narrow my eyes, “You have a fucking rat in the Famiglia?”
She doesn’t deny it, “Dante, when the hell were you going to tell me? Hmm? When your father made his first attempt? Dante, that man has tried to kill me twice already. The next time he may get lucky.”
“He’s not going to fucking kill you, nor is he going to kill me. We’re going to make sure that he dies before he even gets a chance.”
She doesn’t answer me, instead, she reaches for her laptop and sits on the sofa. She types away on the fucking thing and I’m about ready to pull my
damn hair out. How the hell can she make me so fucking mad without saying a word?
“Romero, when you and Holly get married would you prefer your own house or would you like to stay in the new house with us?” she asks him, not once looking up from her laptop.
He glances at me and I shrug, it’s up to him to make the decision. It’s a two and a half hour drive from New York to Connecticut so he could stay with us and commute whenever he needs to go there. A lot of Underbosses live in New York, but rule over a different state.
“Have you spoken to Holly?” he asks her and finally she raises her head and the look she gives him would make a lesser man cry. “What?” he asks irritably.
“Why don’t you ask her? She’s going to be your wife,” she snaps and seems as though we’re all going to be dealing with my pissed off wife today.
“I don’t have her number,” Romero confesses quietly.
Makenna reaches for her phone and after a few seconds, Romero’s cell beeps. “There, now you have it. Ask her where she’d prefer to live. Alone with you, or with your arsehole brothers?”
“Babe?” I sigh when she glares at me. “Want to tell me what’s wrong?”
She scrunches her nose up as though I’m amusing her. “Are you really that thick?” Her Irish accent is getting thicker with each word. “You didn’t tell me because you didn’t want me to worry.”
I can’t deny it, she’s right.
“If I were a man would you have told me?” She gives me a pointed look. She’s right, if she were a man I would have told her, but she’s not and as she told me herself, my father has tried to kill her twice already.
“So while I was out with Kinsley looking at fucking houses for us, you were being irrational and showed your father that I’m more than a wife in name and effectively pissed him off. That maniac wants me dead and you’ve given him even more ammunition to do so.”
“Kenna…”
She cuts me off with a glare. “Did it ever occur to you to let me know so that I’d be more vigilant? That maybe, just maybe, your sadistic father would get to you by hurting me because you love me?”
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