Kinsley laughs, “I’m surprised that Dante let you up for air. He looked like he wanted to eat you alive yesterday.”
Romero chuckles and Makenna grins. “There’s always later.” She winks at me, “I’ve got to go, I’m almost at Killian’s. You coming?”
Kinsley groans, “No, Stag doesn’t want me to leave the clubhouse, he’s worried that killing that asshole could start a fucking war. So far though, the other brothers are on board. It’s the other chapters they’ve got to convince.”
Makenna shakes her head. “Fuckers. Let me know if you need any help.”
“Yeah, I said it to Ace last night. He wanted to kill you.” She laughs, “I told him he could try but he does want to talk to you. Oh by the way, he knows about you.”
Makenna frowns, “Knows what about me?” Because there’s so many fucking secrets.
“He knows what you are. Kenna, I didn’t tell him. I swear, he figured it out last night while we were talking.”
“Kins, I have no idea what you’re talking about. He knows what?”
“About your job.” Kinsley tells her, “Shit, I’ve got to go.”
Fuck, just how many people know that she’s the Boss? And how the hell did we not?
Kenna giggles, “Tell Stag I said hello.”
I can hear the hushed voices, “Tell me yourself when you get your ass to the club. Just ‘cause you’re married don’t mean we don’t miss you,” the deep baritone voice says. This must be Stag.
Makenna’s laugh is louder, “Okay, I’ll swing by tomorrow. Oh and Stag, hurt her and I’ll kill you.”
He doesn’t laugh like I assumed he would. “Not gonna happen, Kenna. I know what you’ve done for her and I’m grateful. I owe you, girl, more than I’ll ever be able to repay. You need me, I’m there. But you don’t have to worry about Kins, I’ve got her now.”
The softness in Makenna’s eyes tells me that she believes him. “Okay, Stag, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Alright, girl. See you then.”
The call ends and Makenna grins. “You ready for this?” she asks me. I nod in response. Her uncle is a fucking terrorist but what the fuck? I married the head of the Irish Mafia.
She turns into what can only be described as a fucking castle. It spans the entire width of land that it sits on. At least a hundred windows face us as she drives up the long drive toward it. The Irish flag displayed proudly on the rooftop blowing in the wind. Makenna parks the car and slides out, a fucking beautiful smile on her face as she turns to face us.
“Gentleman, welcome to the New York headquarters of the RA.” Her Irish accent is thick as she pronounces the word RA, which I know some Irish use as short for the IRA.
“The what?” Romero asks and Makenna laughs as he walks up the steps.
“Well if it isn’t my favourite bloodthirsty niece.” A man who looks identical albeit slightly younger than Seamus grins and pulls her into his arms.
She glares at him. “Don’t let Jade hear you say that.” He just grins at me, “you tells us all we’re your favourite, don’t you?”
He just laughs, but it answers her question. He does. “Come on in, everyone’s waiting to see the Italian.”
“Killian, don’t piss me off,” she tells him, her voice stern as she continues to glare at him.
“Fine,” he grunts as though he’s been reprimanded. “Come in.” He invites us and walks away.
“Someone want to tell us where the hell we are and who that asshole was?” Romero asks his hand twitching for his gun.
“That arsehole is my uncle. Killian Gallagher. He’s also the head of the IRA, here in New York.” She drops that bomb with a smile. “Welcome gentleman.”
“Son of a bitch,” Romero growls.
“She really is going to kill you, isn’t she?” Alessio says with a grin. “She’s connected, fucking hell that woman probably has more contacts that we do.”
I sigh, scrubbing a hand down my face. “You have no fucking idea.” I take the steps two at a time as I get ready to enter the lion’s den.
Ten
Dante
As I enter the house, I see Kenna waiting for me. My brothers walk in behind me. “Ready?” she asks and I can feel the excitement bouncing off of her.
“Yep, the sooner we get this shit over with the better.”
“Yeah, just what we need, to be in bed with terrorists,” Romero growls.
Makenna spins on her heel and pierces him with a vicious glare. “Listen to me, arsehole, because I’m only going to say this once.” Her voice is low as she takes a step closer to him. “You do not get to judge people on what they do, how many men have you killed?” When Romero doesn’t answer she advances on him again. “How many women and children have you murdered?”
“It’s not the same,” he tells her through gritted teeth.
“Oh and why not? Because you think you’re a fucking god? The IRA have a cause, one that they believe in and will do anything for. Just as you do with the Famiglia. Just as I do for the Clann. It’s the way it goes. Next time you disrespect my family, I’ll end you. Dante won’t be able to stop me, do I make myself clear?” The huskiness of Makenna’s voice mixed with the anger she has makes my cock stir. Why is it that she fucking affects me like no other?
He glares at her and I’m shocked as shit that he just nods, “Yes, Boss.”
What the fuck? How the hell did he know that shit?
“Kenna, Danny boy wants to talk to you,” her uncle shouts from further in the house. Makenna sighs and walks toward the sound of Killian’s voice.
When I turn to follow it’s then that I realize there’s at least a dozen men here. All of them stand a little taller as Makenna walks past them.
“Bro, what the fuck? You called her Boss,” Alessio hisses. “Are you fucking crazy?”
Romero huffs, “No, but I think Dante might be.” He turns to me, “When were you going to tell us? Hmm, that you married the head of the fucking Irish Mafia?” He’s a smart fucker. Always has been.
“I only found out last night myself. Her father and brothers don’t know. When she was sent away, she was made into a fucking killer.”
Alessio scoffs, “How bad can one woman be?”
Romero shakes his head. “You’ve no fucking idea. You don’t understand what it means to have Makenna as the Boss, do you?”
“Makenna is the head of the Irish Mafia on the east coast, all of it, except for New York,” I explain to them both, still fucking coming to terms with it myself. I need to see what she can do, if she’s not able to protect herself then I’m going to have to train her.
We manage to catch up to them, I step in line beside Makenna with my brother’s walking beside me. Killian a few steps ahead of us. “Where is he?” Kenna asks as we walk toward the room at the back of the house.
“He’s on the phone,” Killian says. These fucking Irish are hard to understand when they get together; Makenna’s accent gets thicker.