Romero makes light work of the next three guys, with each new contender his ego grows as does his grin. When he sends the guy he’s boxing to the canvas, Makenna takes off her sweater and reveals that she’s only in a fucking sports bra. She discards her sweater on the floor.
“What the fuck?” I growl as she climbs into the ring and Danny starts to tape her hands up.
Romero’s gaze comes to me, the confusion clear on his face. He knows if he touches her I’ll kill him.
Makenna throws the first jab and it clips Romero’s jaw, he didn’t block fast enough. She doesn’t relent, she moves forward, jabbing him twice in the stomach before dancing away out of his reach. The room is silent, as we wait to see what’s going to happen. Will he fight back or is he going to keep letting her hit him?
Makenna keeps going for him, the sound of her fists against his skin is unrelenting. Jab after jab, she doesn’t stop. When she catches Romero’s jaw again, I know that he’s had enough. He punches back and she dances away from his fist, laughing as she does. Each time she hits him, she moves quickly away from him. She’s fucking fast, he’s unable to get her and it’s something I never thought I’d see. Romero is one the best fighters I’ve seen. Until now.
I’m not sure how long it goes on for, Makenna’s jabs come hard and fast. She doesn't even look out of breath, not even a sheen of sweat on her face. Not for the first time I wonder who the fuck I married. She fights better than any man I know, she can shoot straight, she drives like she’s been stealing cars since she was a child. Every time I think I’m starting to get to know her, she shocks the shit out of me with something else.
“Enough,” Killian says coming into the ring and stopping the fight. “Romero, you put up a good fight.” He laughs. “Get out of the ring,” he instructs. “Danny boy, you’re up next.”
Romero climbs out of the ring and walks over to Alessio and I, he pulls his shirt on. “Fucking hell, you could have warned me,” he grunts and I can tell he’s in pain.
“Tell you what, exactly?”
“That your wife is a fucking bitch. Christ, I think she hit my kidney. I’m going to be pissing blood.”
I bite back my smile as I watch Killian tape Danny’s hands. Makenna reaches for a gum shield. I’m going to fucking spank her ass. She didn’t wear one while in the ring with Romero. One punch and he could have shattered her jaw.
The fight between them begins and it doesn’t take me long to realize that my wife was going easy against Romero. The punches she’s throwing now are hard and the sound against Danny’s skin is monstrous. She’s a fucking animal in there. Danny’s giving it as good as he’s getting; he’s returning it hard. She manages to out dodge most of them, a few slamming into her midsection. She doesn’t even flinch, instead, she powers through and slams into his nose. The sound of bone crunching makes me smile.
“Stop fucking playing around and end it,” Killian yells over the grunts.
Makenna pouts but nods and her punches become ferocious. Her combinations are on point, one into the jaw, the next into his stomach, followed by one to the temple. Danny’s ass hits the canvas and the cheers go up around the room. Killian hops into the ring, his grin wide as he looks at Makenna with pride. He trained her, and he obviously did a fucking good job.
The room clears instantly; the men have seen what the Boss can do and now it’s time to get their asses back to work.
“Christ,” Danny groans as he gets to his feet. “Who the hell have you been training with?”
Makenna laughs and helps him to his feet. “Hayden.”
Danny’s eyes narrow, “That prick?”
Makenna’s laugh rings out through the room. “Yes, he’s your cousin. Isn’t it time to get over it?”
“No. It’s not. He fucked me over.”
Makenna climbs out of the ring once she’s got the tape off her hands, “You were both fifteen. Get the hell over it. Stupid idiots, trying to fight over the same damn woman. I don't understand why you're so pissed. Hayden ended up catching the clap.”
Danny laughs, “Shit, I forgot about that. You’re right. I should forgive him. Especially if he’s training you. I thought he was in Chicago?”
Makenna walks over to me, a bright smile on her face. I can’t help but be fucking proud. “He is in Chicago.”
He narrows his eyes, “When the hell were you in Chicago?”
I watch as she counts to three, her eyes narrowed into slits. “Danny—” Her voice is dangerously low and I see him take a step backward. “You are not my father, nor are you my husband. I am old enough to make my own decisions and I can go where I damn well please.”
“Auntie Kenna,” he says softly as he moves toward her.
She spins and pins him with a glare, “Don’t try and flatter me.”
He grins, “You’re my favourite auntie.”
She sighs, “You and Killian are the fucking same. I am your only auntie. You cannot sweet talk me.” She turns to face me. “I’m going to have a shower before I kill my nephew. Please, while I’m gone, resist doing it for me.”
I chuckle, “I’ll try, no promises though.” She raises up to her tip-toes to kiss me. Her tits press against my body and my cock stirs.
“Down boy,” she whispers as she walks away from me, her body swaying as she does.
“Fucking hell, how many secrets does she have?” Alessio asks once we’re alone.
“Um, want to explain how she has a nephew that’s older than her? None of her brothers have had kids?” Romero asks and winces. “Fuck, she can really land a punch.”
I bite back a laugh, “If you want, I’m sure she can train you.”
Alessio throws his head back and laughs.
“So, what are we going to do about dad?” Romero questions quietly.
Now that’s a good question. Right now I have no idea. It needs to be executed perfectly. The last thing I need is for anyone to find out I killed him. I have so many different ways of killing him, all of them wouldn’t lead back to me.
I’ll talk it over with Makenna, that woman has a fucking terrifying mind and no doubt will have the perfect way to kill the bastard. His time is coming and when it does, I am going to be the one to end his life.
Eleven
Makenna
I walk downstairs after getting washed and dressed. Killian still kept some of my clothes here, which I’m not surprised. As much as he likes to act like he doesn’t care, he really does. He always makes an effort to check in every so often. I’m the closest thing he has to a child and I love him just as I love my da.
“Kenna?” Danny calls as I hit the bottom step. I turn at the sound of his voice. He’s got tape over his bloody nose, bruising is already starting to form underneath his eyes, and he’s gingerly standing by the door, favoring his left side. The blow to his abdomen must have hurt him.
“Yeah, Dan, what’s wrong?” When I first found out about Denis, I thought it was weird that he had children that were older than me. Danny is the oldest, he’s a few years older than me but still has the mischievous look to him. He runs the UK while Denis runs Ireland, the two of them have an iron fist with how they rule and nobody messes with them.