“We celebrate tonight,” I yell above the cheers and the men quiet once again. “We rejoice in the fact that we’ve rid our organisation of rats. Tomorrow, we work harder than ever.”
Michael and Jason catch my gaze, the pleading in the old man’s eyes has me nodding. “Gentleman, as you’ve probably guessed, Michael will not be with us much longer. Jason has more than proven himself capable of taking over. As of today, he will be the Underboss of Maine. Liam, you have two weeks to prove that you can take care of Miami. We’ll be watching. Patrick and Cian, you have done well so far. The next few weeks you’ll be trailing Romero and Finn as they take over their territories. The next meeting will be held when I return from London.”
A chorus of ‘Yes, Boss’ echoes around the room.
“Dismissed,” Dante clips out, he’s still pissed.
“Yes, Boss,” is once again repeated and I can hear the begrudging respect the men have for him. He took on seven traitors and didn’t break a sweat. He’s earned the right to be called Boss.
“Da, I’ll talk to you later,” I tell him as I reach for Dante’s hand. “Finn and Romero, you’re taking Patrick, Cian, and Alessio with you. You’re training them.”
“Yes, Boss,” Finn replies and Romero nods.
“In a hurry?” Dante questions. As we walk towards our car, Da’s calling the clean-up crew to get rid of the bodies.
“Yes. You were fucking hot killing those arseholes,” I say, my voice husky and full of need.
Dante chuckles, “Oh, baby, that’s how I feel every time I see you do what you do best.”
I shake my head. “We’re fucking nymphos.”
“Yep and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I lean up on my tiptoes and plant a soft kiss against his lips. “Love you,” I whisper.
His eyes soften. “Love you too. Now let’s go home, I have my husbandly duties to take care of.”
I glance back at the warehouse where my da is standing, a smile on his face as he looks at Dante and I. God, my life is amazing. I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love Dante and he loves me harder than anyone ever has before.
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life ruling the world with him at my side.
Epilogue
Dante
I hear movement in front of me and I glance up at Stefan. I bite back my smile. He’s got a white bandage over his nose, green and blue bruises mar his skin under his eyes. He glances at my wife and the respect shines through. It wasn’t always like that, but Makenna being Makenna wouldn’t and doesn’t tolerate any bullshit. When I introduced her to my men and informed them that not only am I the Boss, but she is now as well, there was a hell of a lot of hostility.
Thankfully, Makenna had the foresight to show the men just how capable she was at running the show and we had set up a boxing ring in the middle of the fucking club. Six men went in against her, including Stefan and my best fighter, Danilo. My men were shocked to say the least. When she said she wanted to fight them, they laughed at her. But Christian thinking that he’s the shit, climbed into the ring and started throwing jabs. I chuckled when Makenna threw a haymaker and knocked the fucker out. With each man that went into the ring the rest of the men’s respect started to grow. When she had Stefan hitting the canvas, I knew that the men would respect her as the Boss.
When Danilo stepped into the ring, I tensed. He’s an animal when he gets into the ring, but he’s the best. He started off slow and Makenna dodged every punch he threw. Then he turned up the heat and my wife didn’t falter; she took a couple of punches but she gave him back as good as she got. In the end I called a stop to it, it was either that or go into the ring myself and tear Danilo apart for making my wife’s lip bleed.
“Boss…” Stefan says and I nod for him to continue. “We have to leave in the next fifteen minutes. I’ve tried calling the other Boss but no answer.”
I bite back my curse, Makenna is pissed at me. Since we’ve taken over as head of the Italian Mafia, we’ve had a close team around us. It’s what happens to all Bosses but Makenna pitched a fit. She’s never had a team and she doesn’t want one. It’s been a fucking week and we’re still arguing over it. Thankfully, the sex is off the charts and making love to my wife is a favorite pastime of mine. The angrier she is, the better the sex.
“Are you and Alex packed?” To appease Makenna, we’ve mixed the Italians and the Irish as part of our team. She still hates it.
“Yes, Boss, our luggage is in the car and we’re waiting for the Boss’ luggage.”
I get to my feet and sigh, if they’re waiting for her luggage then she’s not finished packing yet. “We’ll be ready in ten,” I tell him and head toward the bedroom.
When I walk into the room, I don’t see her, though there’s a light coming from the en-suite bathroom and the doors slightly ajar. “Kenna?” I question and I’m met by silence. I frown when I push the door open wider and see her sitting on the toilet staring at something in her hands. “Baby?” I ask softly and she turns to face me. I’ve always known my wife is gorgeous, and I know that she rarely shows her emotions. But seeing the sheer emotion in her eyes makes my knees go weak. She’s stunning.
She licks her lips as she glances down at her hands again. “I called Kinsley,” she tells me and I listen, not wanting to interrupt, I’m fucking anxious not knowing what’s going on. “I needed my girl. I needed her to let me know that it’s going to be okay.” Her voice is soft and gentle, and I know how hard it is for her to admit that she needed help.
“Baby, talk to me, what’s going on?” I beg as I get on my haunches beside her.
“We’ve spoken about it. We both knew it was a possibility, but I wasn’t sure I was ready. We’ve only known each other just over a month. I thought it was too soon, but I guess it’s not.”
I’m confused, “You’re going to have to spell it out to me, babe, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She smiles and my breath leaves me in a whoosh. God, I’m a lucky son-of-a-bitch to have her in my life. She raises her hand and shows me what she’s been looking at. “Kins has said that if we don’t have her as Godmother she’s disowning us both.”
My throat constricts as I stare at the white stick in her hand, the two pink lines so bright, so easy to see. “Fuck,” I whisper and she laughs. “You’re having my baby?”
She nods. “Yes, I’m having your baby.”
I close my eyes and sit down on the floor beside her quickly pulling her into my lap. “Love you,” I tell her, needing her to hear my words.
She wraps her arms around me. “I’ll stop arguing about having the team with us,” she whispers. “But I don’t want anyone to know, Dante. We’re known now, the two of us as being the Boss. Taking me out while I’m pregnant would be our enemies best bet. It’s not going to happen. So no-one can know.”
I agree. “We’ll work it out,” I assure her, we’ll make it work. “We’ve got to go, babe.”