Chapter 11 Dragon
Chapter eleven
Dragon
Dragon followed Enzo to the gym where several men were training; all of them looked tough as hell. It was what Dragon had expected from the men of the Castiello family.
"Sergio," Enzo called out, and a teenager turned, then walked over toward them.
"Yes, sir?" Sergio asked.
Dragon looked at the boy, who appeared to be the same age as Angel, his cousin—no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.
If this was Enzo's personal bodyguard, he knew he'd be a fool to take the teenager lightly.
The boy's body was well developed, with toned muscles corded throughout his limbs.
The strict training of Akari was certainly paying off.
"Dragon here wants to test your skill, so how about a friendly sparring match?" Enzo asked, although it wasn't a question nor a suggestion.
Sergio's gray eyes panned over to Dragon, looking the man up and down, then he nodded. "I'd be happy to, sir."
Enzo smiled as he looked at Dragon. "I'm also curious to see what kind of skills the Lords of Chaos' head enforcer is packing."
Dragon smirked and removed his shoes, then followed Sergio to the mat. Other members of the Castiello family began to gather around to witness something they may only see once. Dragon cracked his knuckles and flexed his shoulders, then stood waiting for the boy to make his move.
"I won't hold back," Sergio said.
"And I promise I won't kill you even if you don't," Dragon said. "We're all on friendly terms here, after all."
Sergio nodded, then took a defensive stance.
"Let's go," Dragon said, then beckoned for the boy to go all out.
Sergio charged forward, fearless and confident in his every move. Dragon blocked punches, but not all of them, taking an uppercut to the chin and a kick to the gut that sent him staggering back.
"Shit, that has some force behind it," he said, then spat some blood on the mat.
He smiled at the boy, and when Sergio came for him again, he went from defense to offense, and Sergio was now the one having to dodge or block.
It was clear as they fought who was the more skilled killer.
Dragon whipped around, his leg catching Sergio around the neck, and he brought the boy down, but Sergio grappled, twisting out of the hold before Dragon's punch could land.
Dragon smirked, then grabbed Sergio, putting him in a hold, and for two minutes, the two countered each other's holds until Dragon twisted Sergio up in a way he couldn't escape, no matter how hard he tried.
"Surrender or it'll be lights out, baby boy," Dragon said.
Sergio growled in frustration, held on for a few more seconds before tapping out.
Dragon released him, and Sergio took several deep breaths as he struggled to get air into his lungs.
Dragon kicked up onto his feet, then turned around, offering Sergio his hand.
The young bodyguard-assassin took it, and Dragon helped him to his feet.
"Yeah, you're badass, little buddy," Dragon complimented.
"The next time we spar, I won't lose," Sergio said.
Dragon laughed and patted his shoulder. "Yes, you will." He dabbed the blood from his nose and lip, and Sergio did the same.
"So, do you approve?" Enzo asked Dragon.
Dragon smiled and nodded. "I'm not one to be easily impressed, but I am."
Enzo smirked. "And I can tell you've more than earned your rank within your club. No wonder they just sent you."
"It's also no wonder you were able to kill that rat bastard for us in prison. When I heard how you did it, I had to take my hat off to you," Cenzo said.
Dragon chuckled as he thought back to that day. He'd eaten a meal laced with a poisonous flower that had him blowing chunks from both ends. All to get to his target. There wasn't a soul alive who couldn't say that he wasn't dedicated to the job.
He nodded. "It wasn't fun, but I got the job done. I knew that our standing with your family depended upon my success."
"I honestly didn't think you would be able to pull it off in time," Enzo said.
One of Enzo's men handed Dragon a towel to clean the blood off, and Dragon took it and used it. "I don't stop until the mission is done, or I'm called off. So, when are we gonna take this asshole down?"
"As soon as I get word from my men in Miami," Enzo said. "Li inspects all of the shipments personally, and it's the only time he's in the open and vulnerable to our attacks. Otherwise, I would have snatched his ass up already."
Dragon nodded. "Works for me." He looked around to see the members had gone back to training, some of them still discussing the fight they'd just seen. His stomach growled, and he looked at Enzo. "What's to eat?"
Enzo laughed and shook his head. "For you, a big ol' juicy Wagyu steak. You just got out of prison, and I'm sure the food was pure shit."
"Understatement," Dragon said, agreeing with Enzo.
"I'll let you settle in first, clean up, and have someone bring you to the dining room," Enzo said.
"Thanks."
With that, Dragon followed one of Enzo's men who led him to a spacious bedroom with an ensuite bathroom.
His bag with his belongings was already there, as he'd packed several outfits because he didn't know how long he'd be assisting Enzo.
He showered, dressed, and then met up with everyone in the dining room where lunch was being served.
His mouth watered when he smelled the food, and his stomach purred in delight when he cleaned his plate.
It was his first time eating A5 Wagyu, and he wanted to make sure it wouldn't be his last.
"So, I heard your boyfriend has a little drug that is supposed to be the next greatest thing any human has created," Enzo said as he wiped his hands with a napkin.
"I just know a little bit about it, but I already know that my club wants to cut your family in. But negotiations will need to be had," Dragon said.
Enzo nodded. "We have the network and resources to make us both very rich. What we're doing now will solidify my father's respect for your club. The Castiellos don't betray those who bleed with us."
Dragon studied him for a few seconds, searching for any sign of deceit and found none. Enzo was being genuine. He nodded. "Same with the Lords."
"Exciting times are coming once we rid ourselves of the Triad," Enzo said.
"As for Richie, my baby is a fucking genius. But I have a concern for his benefit," Dragon said.
Enzo frowned. "What's the concern?"
"Richie has a friend named Montgomery William Price, and he's currently married to Ren Mujin, the youngest son of Da Han. If it's possible, I'd like to avoid killing him," Dragon said.
Enzo nodded. "We're aware of that dilemma. We don't want to hurt him either, but if he puts himself in danger, then he made his decision."
Dragon frowned. "I won't let you kill him; he can be wounded and taken down. For my baby, I have to look out for his best friend. That man was the only person Richie knew from his childhood who came to visit him in prison. He's the one who got Richie out early, and I owe him."
Enzo looked at Cenzo, and the two men didn't say a word, but Dragon could tell that they were communicating. That's how well the two men knew each other. Enzo returned his attention to Dragon.
"I understand. If you see him, I'll leave him to you."
"Thank you," Dragon said.
After lunch, Dragon returned to his bedroom and called Richie, FaceTiming his man. Richie answered, his wide grin brightening his day already.
"There's my handsome baby," Dragon said, returning a smile.
"Hey stud, how's everything going?"
"Nothing serious now, but did you hear the update?"
"Is this about you and Enzo taking Li hostage to use against the Triad?" Richie said.
"Yeah. I think it's the best idea we can use to end this war quickly."
"I agree, just be careful when you do. You just got out of prison, and I need to have you by my side."
Dragon chuckled. "Yeah, baby... I'm not even rusty. I'll take care of myself; don't worry."
"You better," Richie said.
"I did challenge Enzo's personal bodyguard."
Richie's eyes widened. "You did? What possessed you to do that? Or... wait... how did it go?" he asked, both eyebrows raised.
Dragon chuckled. "They offered, and I took it. The boy is good. He's only seventeen now, but he'll be a beast for battle in a couple of years. By the time he's twenty, I don't know if I could still take him."
"Wow, that's high praise."
"He's a badass. I heard that Akari was training him. Now, I want to spar with Akari," Dragon said.
Richie laughed. "Oh, my God, you would. And if we all survive this war, maybe you'll get the chance. According to Maverick, Akari's sister, Akane, is 'vicious as fuck.' His words, not mine."
"I understand Mav's language, which means she makes his cock hard when her violence lets loose," Dragon said.
"Yeah, Ace and Burger said the same thing."
"We know our little bro. But I hope he hasn't fucked her. A chick like that might be too much to handle, even for him," Dragon said.
Richie frowned. "Why do you say that?"
Dragon shrugged. "I could be wrong, but I just know he hasn't encountered a woman like her before.
A trained assassin and one on that level.
She's like a new shiny toy to him, but after what happened with Melissa, he needs to proceed with caution.
If I know my brother like I think I do, he's already fucked her, or at least tried to.
If he hasn't, I hope he doesn't. But if he did.
.. I hope he has control of the situation. "
"Ah, I see. Well, I guess we'll see. But enough about your baby bro. I miss my man," Richie said.
"Ahhhh, you do. I've only been gone a few hours," Dragon said as he slid his hand down his muscular torso. He watched Richie's eyes through the screen follow his movements. He smiled when he saw Richie's hand going in the same direction.
Richie bit his bottom lip. "Yeah, but even ten minutes is too long away from you."
Dragon moaned as he slowly stroked his cock. "I miss you too, baby."
"Let me see it."
Dragon smiled, then panned the phone back to show Richie what he was doing. His thick, solid cock was harder than steel as he stroked it.
"Ahhh, there's my fuck toy," Richie said. "God, I love your cock rings, and they feel so good rubbing my prostate."
Dragon laughed under his breath because pleasing his lovers was the reason he'd gotten the ladder cock piercing. But no man was as deserving of it as Richie was. "When I get back, I'm going to fuck you against the first wall I see."
Richie lifted both legs, then positioned the camera where Dragon could see his puckered hole as he fingered it.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Dragon said as he stared at the glorious tight, wrinkled pleasure zone his man teased him with. He stroked his cock harder and faster, thinking about how great it was going to feel the moment he slid his dick into that sexy bastard. "You're killing me, baby."
Richie giggled and pulled the phone back up so that Dragon could see his face again. "Call before you come home so I can be nice and lubed up for you. I want you to fuck me like you did when we were in prison, when you showed me no mercy and made me beg for more."
"Ahhhh fuck!" Dragon belted out as he thought back to those precious days. Fucking Richie against the dirty prison wall with its chipped paint that was probably poisoned with lead. None of it mattered as he banged the hell out of Richie's anal walls until he came off his cock.
"Yeah... just like that..." Richie moaned and arched, knowing full well that he was driving Dragon crazy, but by the same token, Dragon was having the same effect on him.
"Fuck... baby... about to cum," Dragon said as he pumped his hips and his cock, imagining Richie was riding him.
"Give it to me. Cum all over the phone. I want to see it."
"I love when you get kinky."
"I want to imagine you cumming all over my face."
"Ahhh shit... shit..." was all Dragon could get out before he lowered the phone just as his cock spewed his ball's load all over the screen.
He could hear Richie's loud moans and knew his man was also having an equally satisfying climax.
Quickly, he looked at the screen and through the creamy spunk, he saw his man's beautiful face in pure rapture and nearly came again. "Richie, you're so fucking beautiful."
Richie panted, his face flushed from the pleasure as he caught his breath. "So are you."
Dragon wiped some of the cum from the screen, smearing it a little, but he was able to see his face better. "I love you so much. As soon as this is over, I'm marrying you."
"You better."
"I could never not make you completely mine."
"I love you, too. But as fun as this was, I've got to go. I'm almost done with prospecting, so that's good. But for now, I have duties," Richie said, and Dragon could see him moving and knew he was climbing out of bed.
"You're going to look so sexy and badass in a Lords of Chaos cut, baby," Dragon said.
"Not as hot as you do. I knew you were going to look so fucking good in your cut. I couldn't wait until you put it on," Richie said.
"I'm going to fuck you in only my cut on our wedding night."
"Oh, don't tease me." Richie laughed, and Dragon also laughed. "Okay, baby. Got to go. Love you."
"Love you, too," Dragon said, then treasured the kiss Richie blew his way before the screen went black.
He sighed and tossed his phone on the bed beside him and allowed himself to reminisce back to the day he'd first met the love of his life.
The gorgeous bookworm who was bold enough to talk back to him and even punch him in the dick.
He knew then that they were a match made in destiny's plan.
Ending this war with the triad was his number one goal because then he could marry his Property Of and give him the life he deserved.