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Dante and Makenna scenes Vengeful Union



DANTE


Makenna paces the room, Seamus held tightly against her chest. Anger is rolling off her in waves, but it's the sadness in her eyes that makes me want to gut her motherfucking brothers.

God, the bastards.

"What are we going to do?" she asks quietly, not wanting to wake our son.

"Kill them," I respond instantly, my hands balling into fists. "Why the fuck are we even having this discussion?"

She sighs. "Dante..." Her voice is soft yet filled with anger. "These are my brothers we're talking about."

I glare. Like that means anything. "Yeah, and that didn't stop them from trying a coup. They wanted you dead, Kenna. Fucking dead."

She sinks down onto the sofa, Seamus still fast asleep in her arms. "I know. God, I know that, Dante."

I hate that she's hurting, fucking hate that there's nothing I can do to take away the pain she's feeling. That she'll always feel when she thinks about those two traitorous bastards.

"Baby," I begin softly, "no matter what, Patrick is going to die. What he did to Destiny…" I shake my head. God, if I were Finn, I'd have slaughtered the bastard like a fucking pig by now. "Finn's going to kill him. We both know that."

She nods. "Pa—I honestly don't care about him. He's made his bed and he can lie in it."

Ah, it's Cian. The youngest brother of the Gallagher’s. She's always been closest to Finn and Denis, but her and Cian have had a close relationship. They're the closest in age.

"I know you want your revenge also," she says, her hand gently rubbing our son's thick, black hair. "But you can't," she tells me, and I grit my teeth. "Finn needs to be the one to kill Patrick. Just as Romero killed the fucker who hurt Holly. Finn needs this."

"I know," I say through clenched teeth. As much as I fucking hate it, I know Finn has to be the one to kill the traitor.

I watched Finn as Destiny was lying on the ground, not breathing, her lips blue as Denis and Danny worked on giving her CPR, and I knew that if she died, there'd be no coming back for him. Just as there wouldn't be for me if someone killed Kenna.

These women are vital to us. They make us stronger. Without them, we'd be dead inside. The darkness would take over us and we'd become the monsters everyone thinks we are.

"What are you going to do about Cian?" I ask, needing to know that she'll be a boss and take care of it.

She presses her lips tightly together, her eyes filling with tears. "He's got to die."

I nod, glad we're on the same page.

"He'll die just as the other rats have," she says quietly, and the words are hoarse.

"He deserves a fuck of a lot more than that. He deserves to feel the pain you are in now."

She shakes her head. "I don't know," she begins. "I understand the anger you have. If the tables were turned, I'd be furious. I'd want to gut anyone who tried to hurt you."

"But?" I ask, knowing there's more to it.

She gets to her feet, walking over to where I'm sitting, and I pull her onto my lap. I hold her close, needing to touch her. Comfort her. Be with her.

"But I know that if Cian had come to me and actually spoke to me, or anyone other than fucking Pat," she spits, "we wouldn't be in this mess."

It’s fucking shit, but they both need to be dealt with. If our men find out about this and see no action has been taken, there will be an uprising.

“Cian has been fucking stupid,” she growls, causing Seamus to stir in her arms. “I honestly believe that if he had spoken to anyone other than Pat, he wouldn’t have done this.”

She may be right, but that doesn’t excuse what he’s done. “He’s old enough to make his own decisions, baby, and he made his when he sided with Pat.”

“I know. God, I know that, Dante. But it still doesn’t stop the pain.”

“Your dad, baby—he’d be turning in his grave if he were alive.” Seamus Gallagher was all about his family. The love he had for his daughter was unparalleled. If he knew that two of his sons tried to bring his only daughter down, he’d kill them himself.

“He’d hate them,” she whispers hoarsely. Losing Seamus still affects her to this day. His death was a shock and rocked through the family like a tornado. “He’d despise them,” she spits. “He’d actually kill them.”

I press a kiss against her head. “You’re going to have to do it.”

She sighs. “Yeah, there’s no other way.”

I watch as she sucks in a sharp breath, the despair gone from her eyes. Now she’s made her decision, she’s focused on it.

“Tomorrow, they’ll both pay for what they’ve done. The family will come, and we’ll decide what happens. Everyone deserves their shot, but Finn and I will be the ones who will actually end them.”

The door opens and Genia peeks her head through. She’s our nanny, and she looks after Seamus for us. She’s someone we took a long time vetting. She’s loyal to the family, especially with her being Stefan’s sister. They both know what’ll happen if they betray us or if anything happens to our son.

“Genia,” Makenna says. “You can take him now. He’s asleep.”

The woman nods once and hurries into the room. She takes our sleeping son from his mother’s arms, and then leaves as quickly as she came in.

I get to my feet with my wife still in my arms. “Bed,” I growl, my cock thickening as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Definitely,” she whispers huskily.

She gets better as each day passes. I love her more than I could have ever imagined.

MAKENNA


Dante’s shoulders are tight with tension. These past few days have been shit. Finding out that not just one brother but two have been trying to bring you down is gutting. I have always done everything for my family.

When my ma slit my throat, it was because of Patrick and Cian that I kept my mouth shut about it. Ma was a fucking shit ma to me, but they loved her. So, I kept quiet. I put up with her for years for them. For my family. The fear I had as a young girl whenever she was around, clawed at me, until I learned how to deal with it. All for them, and this is how they repay me.

“Kenna?” he questions, his voice tight. “You ready for this?”

Our family have just arrived. Granda, Henry, Killian, Liam, Hayden, Finn, Romero, Danny, Malcolm, and Denis. They all want a piece of what’s going to happen. Betraying me is betraying them.

I stand taller. “No time like the present,” I tell him.

But he knows me better than anyone. He can see the anguish I’ve buried deep. The pain this is causing me. All I ever wanted was the love of my family, and it’s something I never truly got from Patrick. Knowing that I don’t have, nor will I ever have, it from Cian guts me.

“We get our plan of action together. Then tomorrow, we take them out. And then, Kenna, you heal.”

Heal? How can someone heal from this? The reminder is always going to be there. Knowing they went against the family because they hated me so much… That’s always going to stay with me, it’s embedded deeply inside my veins. The betrayal carved into my heart. There’s no healing from this. There’s only growth and a vow to never let this happen again.

“Baby,” he says softly, stepping closer to me. “We’ve spoken about the fuckers who are against this.” He brushes a strand of hair from my face. “Against our marriage, against you being Boss. But, Kenna, we do what we always do. We show those fucking bastards that this is who we are. Where we’re meant to be. We show them that no matter what they throw at us, we grow stronger. We are the bosses, and we’re the best fucking bosses the world has ever seen.”

I close my eyes and lean into him. Having Seamus has played with my emotions. God, I want to kill Cian right now. End his miserable life and be done with it. But Dante is right. We are stronger than ever. I am stronger with him by my side. Not because I need him, but because he pushes me to be better. And he loves me despite my homicidal tendencies.

“Let’s get this over and done with,” I tell him as I take a step back from his embrace. “The sooner they’re gone, the sooner we can get back to bed.”

His eyes darken and he stalks toward me, pushing me against the wall. His lips crash down on mine, hot, hard, and heavy. God, it’s always like this. He always has the power to leave me breathless.

“Love you,” I whisper. He’s always at my side, offering me strength and love.

“Never doubt it, Kenna. Always,” he promises me, giving me yet another kiss. This time, it’s chaste, but nevertheless it makes my toes curl. He takes my hand and leads me toward the kitchen, where our families are waiting for us.

“Okay, let’s get this done,” Granda Henry says, eyeing Finn closely.

I don’t blame my brother for the homicidal rage that’s swirling in his eyes. He watched the woman he loves almost die. That memory is never going to leave him. The past year has been fucking crazy, and Finn has suffered a lot. Losing our da, then going through recovery after being shot in the gut, and now Destiny’s in the hospital. Yeah, the anger, rage, and hatred are deserved. God help Patrick.

“What do you all propose?” Dante asks, taking a seat.

Finn’s fists are clenched. “I don’t give a fuck. Patrick is mine,” he growls, his voice gravelly. This is the first time he’s left Destiny’s side since she was admitted into hospital. He looks fucking psychotic.

“We know,” Denis tells him. “He’s yours to kill once we’ve had our shot at him.”

I glance around the table and see the rest of the family nodding in agreement.

“Five shots each,” Killian says, and I smile. Of course, he, of all people, would suggest that, what with him being the head of the IRA chapter in New York. “That way, we all get to burn off some of the rage boiling inside us without murdering the bastards. Those honors go to Finn and Kenna.”

“Agreed,” Granda Henry says, and the rest of the men follow suit.

Each of them wearing satisfied smiles.

I take a deep breath. “Tomorrow at noon,” I tell them. “This is almost over. They get one more night to sweat it out.”

Hayden smirks. “They’ll be shitting themselves. I mean, what stupid motherfucker gets on the wrong side of Finn? That’s just asking the man to do his worst.”

Finn gets to his feet. “The worst is what I’ll do.” He pushes away from the table. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The rest of the family don’t bother staying around. They have other things they need to attend to. Denis, Romero, Danny, and Malcolm have their wives and children to get to, and Hayden, Liam, and Killian are no doubt going to cause trouble.

“Bed,” Dante tells me as soon as the last of them leave.

“Behave,” I hiss at him when I see the devious look in his eye.

“I told you, Kenna, I want another baby.”

Fuck, I do too, but it’s so soon after Seamus.

He doesn’t let me answer. Instead, lifts me into his arms and begins climbing the stairs.

Never did I think I’d be as happy as I am now. I just wish my da were here to see it. He’d be proud of the men Denis and Finn have become, and he’d have been the best granda in the world to Seamus, as well as to Denis’ kids.

Dante’s lips crash down on mine and I lose all train of thought. “Bed,” I tell him huskily. I’m never able to deny him.

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