“Anyone else have a problem with my granddaughter being the fucking Boss?” Henry asks, his voice booming as he does. No one says a word. “Clinton, tell me, what do you think of Makenna Bianchi?”
The man in question steps forward and holds his head up high. “The Boss is someone I respect, sir. She has my loyalty and in turn, I know that she has my back if things get tough. She’s a hard but loyal Boss and I for one am happy to have her lead us.” Every man in the clearing, except for the three fucking bastards, nod in agreement.
“Makenna,” Henry says and she steps forward. “Deal with this.”
“Yes, sir.” She steps toward Michael and I watch as he swallows harshly. The men around him move away, like he has the plague. Not wanting to be associated with the traitor. Michael’s gaze is focused on her face and that’s where he makes his mistake. While he’s watching her face, she’s unsheathing the knife from her boot and within seconds she has her knife at his throat, cutting him from ear to ear. The look of shock on his face makes me smile. He should never have underestimated her. The blood pours from his throat as he slumps to the floor.
“Finn, Romero, deal with the other two idiots,” she instructs and they move in sync. Within seconds, they’ve killed the two men. “I have two Underboss positions to be filled. There will also be more as we take over the US. I’ll remind you once again, that if you are not with us, you’re against us, and that is betrayal. One that you’ll pay for with your life. If you’re loyal, you’ll be rewarded.”
She steps back beside me and I take this opportunity to speak again. “We’ll be watching you. There’s nothing that you can hide from us. If you need help, come to us. If we find out you’ve fucked up and haven’t come clean, the consequences will be harsh.”
The men stand taller and relax somewhat. They glance around at each other and the air feels lighter. Good.
“Let me introduce you to the new Underboss of Philly,” Henry says and motions for Finn to step forward. The men cheer and I see that he has a lot of respect from the men. That’s good, he’ll be a good Underboss. “In two months, my great-granddaughter Holly will be making our Italian connection stronger. She’ll be marrying Romero Bianchi and in turn Romero will be the Underboss of Connecticut.”
Cheers once again sound, not as robust as when Finn was announced but still they’re welcoming. It shows us that they’re willing to accept us. I just hope that when it’s the other way around, our men will be just as tolerant. When my father meets his demise, there could be an uprising. We’re gearing up for it in fact. If the men find out he’s been murdered they’ll want blood, they won’t stop until they find out who killed him. Just the way it should be.
“Now that you’ve met your new Underbosses, go out and do us proud,” Henry tells them. “You know what to do and remember, we’re always watching.”
With that last threat echoing, Henry motions for us to follow. However, Makenna and Seamus stay behind. These are their men. They want to talk to them.
“You need to greet them, Dante. They’re yours now too. It’s time to get to know the men that you’re leading,” she whispers as we walk toward the crowd.
“Boss,” an older gentleman says as he comes to stand in front of us, I shake his hand after Makenna does. “Thank you for meeting with me.”
Makenna nods, “Of course, Lawrence, what’s wrong?”
He sighs, “The shipment was intercepted last night.”
I feel Kenna tense beside me. “Where?”
He shakes his head, “They didn’t make it across the state. I have the men working on it. I’ll keep you apprised. I just wanted you to know what happened.”
She nods, but I know that she’s not happy. Her body is still wound tightly.
“Congratulations on your nuptials,” he murmurs shaking our hands again and shuffling away.
Before I can ask her what the hell that conversation was about an elderly gentleman approaches with a younger man at his back.
“Michael,” Kenna says with a smile. “I apologize for making you wait this long.”
The name clicks, this is the man that was at Killian’s house and she told him to come back with his son.
The old man waves her off. “Makenna, it’s fine. I know how busy you are at this time. It’s just that, I don’t have much longer.”
Makenna holds up her hand, “I know, Mike. It’s okay, Jason will take over from you.”
The relief in both the older and younger man’s eyes is clear to see. “Thank you,” they say in unison.
“You’ve been a big part of this world, Mike. You’ve shown your loyalty on more than one occasion and I know that Jason has as well, if you weren’t dying, Jason would have been up for a different Underboss position. We’ll make the transition soon, making sure that the men know that just because Jason is your son, doesn’t mean he’s not the right man for the job.”
“Thank you,” Jason replies, his hand clamped on his father’s shoulder.
“Before you go,” Makenna’s voice lowers significantly and both men lean in closer. “What have you heard about the shipment that didn’t make its arrival to Lawrence?”
Jason frowns, “Nothing, none of the men have said anything.”
Michael sighs, “We’ll look into it. We sent fourteen shipments out, Makenna, and we never heard that one didn’t make its destination.”
“Look into it quietly,” she instructs and they nod. “Good, thank you for coming today and Jason, the next meeting of the Underbosses, I’ll introduce you.”
He gives her a small smile and a sharp nod. “Thank you, Boss.”
They shake our hands and follow where Lawrence left.
We talk to a few more of the men before making our way out of the clearing and into the waiting car. Romero and Alessio are sitting in the back and by the looks of things are arguing.
“What are you two arguing about?” Makenna asks as we get into the car.
Romero sighs, “It’s just a disagreement.”
“About what?” Her tone brokers no arguments.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Alessio wants to do it tonight to get it over and done with.”
I clench my teeth, I can’t believe this shit. Fucking arguing over who kills our father and when.
Makenna glances at me before she looks back at the road in front of her. Her face is flushed and the grip she has on the steering wheel is making her knuckles turn white, not to mention the anger that flashed through her eyes before she turned away. “And you? What is your take on this? I mean, you’ve made it clear that you want it to be a quick death,” she asks and I’m impressed at how she always manages to keep an even tone.
“While I’d love to kill the bastard sooner rather than later, I’m not stupid. I’m under your thumb now,” Romero sneers.
I turn and pin him with a stare. “Is that what you think? You don’t see this as an opportunity to fucking be the man you should have been? Don’t fucking talk to her like that again. She’s your Boss, fucking show some respect.”
If you had told me weeks ago that the woman I was going to marry would be a stone-cold killer, I would have laughed in your face. If you had told me that I’d fucking love her psychotic side, I’d have shot you in your kneecap. But the truth is, I wouldn’t have Makenna any other way. This life we’re building, the empire we're creating, it’s going to be magnificent, and when it’s done, we’re going to be unstoppable. The Italians and the Irish together and better than ever.
“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he says quietly but the sincerity is there. “I’m just not sure about marrying Holly. She’s a little…” He drifts off and I know he’s not sure what to say, he doesn’t want to insult his soon-to-be-bride, but also, not disrespect her.
“Look, Romero, Holly and I are as different as night and day. She’s the light to my dark and the good to my evil. Having said that, she’s not a saint and she won’t claim to be. Holly knows a hell of a lot more about this life than most and she’ll be there by y
our side through the thick of it. If you let her, that is.”
He doesn’t say anything and Kenna lets him be. “Also, there is only one person killing that bastard of a father of yours and that’s Dante. When he does, it’ll be done when there’s no blowback. No one can know that he did it and if I find out anyone has said a fucking word I’ll kill them.”
I stare at her, she has a smirk on her face. “You’ve already figured out how to do it, haven’t you?”
She nods, the smile growing wider. “Yeah, we’re going to sit down with your father at a restaurant, all of us. It’s going to be public and you’re going to inject the fucker with Potassium Chloride.” She turns to face me and her beauty is breath-taking. “Instant heart attack. By the time the EMT’s arrive he’ll be dead.”
I’m speechless. She’s got it worked out completely. Not only will everyone around us believe it’ll be a heart attack, the rest of the world will too. The plan is perfect.
“Holy fuck, Kenna.” Romero smirks, “Damn, remind me not to get on your bad side.”
She grins, “You’re safer than most, Romero, or you will be when you marry Holly. I don’t kill family.”
“I thought you said you had killed your family before?” Alessio comments and I remember that conversation, she was talking to Romero, telling him to embrace his inner darkness or some shit like that.
“I have. I’ve killed women who have betrayed the family. Women who are married into our family.” She sighs, “For some ungodly reason, men seem to think killing women is an act of sin or some shit. I have no fucking idea, we’re as lethal and vindictive as men are, hell even worse as we’re sly about doing it. So whenever women needed to be killed, I was brought in, especially when it was family. Just a shame that bitch Zoe hasn’t done anything. I’d have taken delight in making sure that fucker was burning in hell.” The darkness in her voice has my cock straining against my pants.
“Who’s Zoe?” Romero asks.
Makenna smirks, “Oh, that’s your soon-to-be mother-in-law.”
I hold back my laughter at the look of horror on my brother’s face. If Makenna hates the woman there has to be a good reason. Romero doesn’t have as much restraint as Kenna does and if Zoe irritates him, she’s going to know about it.
“Good luck, bro. By the sounds of it, you’re going to need it,” Alessio chuckles.
“Dante, set up the dinner with your father for next week. We don’t want to have it sooner in case the fucker gets suspicious. Besides, I’m going to need to get my hands on the potassium.” I nod and she glances in her rear view mirror. “Romero, I need you to do some digging. My drugs come from various different places, depending on what it is and where it’s going. Last week I had a shipment come from Canada to Maine where it was sorted and distributed into trucks to bring to my men. Apparently somewhere along the way a shipment went missing. I want you and Finn to find out what the fuck happened. I want to know if it was sent out and if it was, where it was intercepted or delivered.”
Romero nods instantly, “Yes, Boss. How much are we talking?”
“Street value of six-point-three million dollars,” she replies angrily and now I know why she’s fucking pissed.
“On it, Boss. I’ll call Finn tonight and we’ll find out.” He assures her and I watch as the tension starts to seep from her body.
Once we’re home, I’m going to take her to our room and strip her out of her clothes and worship her body slowly. My cock is hard as stone and I know that it’s not going to be gentle, then again, it never is between us. Our passion runs red hot and it shows in our love making.
Seventeen
Makenna
The water cascades down my body, taking the dried blood from my hands. It’s almost as if I’m washing away my sins. Killing that arsehole in the clearing was easy. A typical male underestimating me, he just looked into my face and was so zoned in, that he didn’t see me reaching for my knife. The men that I’ve worked with for years, have respect for me, they know what I’m like and they’ll have my back, just as I have theirs. It’s the way it’s supposed to be and I will not tolerate it any other way.
It’s not the first kill I’ve made and it won’t be the last, each time I have to end a life it gets easier. The first kill I had was Kinsley’s grandfather, it wasn’t an up close and personal kill. It was methodical and planned out. When I found out he died, I threw up, and my entire body was shaking. But it was the right thing to do and it didn't take me long to recover. The next kill came easier, a gunshot to the head and it was over and done with. I didn’t throw up that time, but his face stayed with me for a while. He betrayed my father and plotted to take him out. He made a mistake and paid the price.
The bathroom door opens, I don’t need to look to know who it is. The cool masculine scent of his aftershave hits me. It’s Dante. I hear the rustling of his clothes and within minutes his hands are on my hips, spinning me around so that I’m facing him. His expression is full of worry.
“Dante, I’m fine, I’m used to this,” I tell him as I press closer to him. He’s come to mean so much to me in such a short amount of time.
“I know, babe, trust me, I know you’re used to this. But, Kenna, that asshole disrespected you.”
I sigh, I’m not sure how he always manages to get to the heart of the matter. “Yeah, it’s always going to be like this. I’m always going to be doubted because of my gender.”
He reaches for my face and caresses my cheek. “It’s fucking shit, babe.”
I scoff, “Please, if you weren’t so obsessed with me. What would your thoughts have been when you found out that the Irish Mafia had made a woman their Boss?”
His jaw clenches and that’s enough to tell me my answer.
“Yeah, so while it’s bullshit, I’m more capable than anyone to run the family. I’ll never have everyone’s support for the mere fact that I’m a woman. But it just means that I get to kill a lot more people.”
He nips at my lip, “No, babe, it means we get to kill more people. You’re my wife. Mine. No one fucking disrespects you and lives to tell the tale.”
His hands start to roam my body and my blood heats as it always does whenever he touches me. “Is it always like this?” I ask breathlessly.
His eyes are dark with lust, “What, babe? Is what always like this?”
“So intense whenever we touch? The need to be with you constantly?” My voice is husky as his fingers trail over my nipples and they instantly pebble from his touch.
“Only with you, Kenna,” he tells me as his lips descend on mine. The kiss is hard and full of passion. “You’re the only woman that’s made me want more. That I’ve ever gotten hard at the mere thought of and the only woman I've ever loved, will ever love. You’re fucking amazing, babe.”
My heart melts at his words. I may be a killer, but having Dante love me is something I never dreamed of. I didn’t think love was in the cards for me, but I’m taking it with both hands and not letting it go. I’ll fight to my death to keep it, just as I know Dante would too.
I lift my hands to his hair. “Love you, so fucking much,” I whisper. It’s hard to describe just how much this man means to me.
He pushes me against the wall of the shower. Whenever I tell him that I love him, he loses control. His hands go to my ass and he lifts me, and in one move, thrusts his cock into me. “Fuck,” he gasps.
My fingers are clenching his shoulders as I steady myself. “God. You’re so deep,” I whimper. He’s not moved; he’s balls deep inside of me and the fucker is just standing there. “Please, Dante, move.”
He gives me a quick sharp shake of the head. “Perfection,” he says, his fingers digging into my ass; they’re going to leave marks. “I could stay here for the rest of my life. Deep inside you.”
I grind against his cock, needing him to move. It’s too much right now. I feel stripped raw, vulnerable as he stares into my eyes. The love and devotion he has on his face is almost enough to make me come undone. “
Please, Dante, I need you to move.” I’m not above begging. Not with him. He’s my husband, the other half of my soul.
He slowly withdraws his cock from me, just leaving the tip inside me before he slams back into me. My back pushes against the wall and I cry out at the movement. He does it again, the slowness of the movements are killing me, I need more. We’ve never done it like this before. Even though we’re in the shower and he’s pinned me against the wall, this isn’t fucking, this is making love.
I need more.
“Kenna,” he groans as he slams back inside of me. “Fuck, babe, I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough.”
I’m moaning with each thrust, my pleasure building and it’s not going to take much longer for me to explode. “I’m so close,” I whisper against his ear as I cling onto him.
His thrusts get faster and harder, our grunts and moans are drowned out by the running water. Not that we care, we’re both too lost in our love making to give a damn.
My body shakes as I detonate around his cock. I come so hard, that I scream his name. He continues to thrust into me as my orgasm takes over my body. I tighten my grip around him when I come down from my orgasm. “I love you,” I whisper and lean my head against his shoulder.
That’s all it takes for him to fall over the edge, his hands tighten on my hips and he thrusts into me hard, his body shaking as he fills me with his cum.
“It’s never like that with anyone, Kenna,” he tells me as he sets me on my feet. “You are far beyond any other woman. You match me in every single way.”
I feel giddy like I’m some sort of school girl. But I smile at him and give him a soft kiss, letting him know just how much his words mean to me.
He returns my smile and turns me around so that I’ve got my back to him, shocking me when he reaches for my shampoo. I stay still and let him wash my hair, it’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, and the most personal. Not only does he wash my hair, he washes my entire body. I have never felt as loved as I do right now.
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