Chapter 13
Chapter thirteen
Da Han
Da Han listened to the reports about the state of things from both Chen and Stephen Yeoh, and he sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "How many dead?" he asked about the latest attack from the Lords in Chicago and New York.
"Fifteen," Chen said.
"Fuck!" Da Han shouted as he slammed his fist on the top of his desk. "I want their fucking presidents dead. I want everyone in their fucking club dead! They're just some fucking bikers; how hard can it be to kill them?"
"With all due respect, sir, the Lords of Chaos aren't your typical MC," Stephen said.
"Explain it to me," Da Han said, because he couldn't figure out how and why a biker gang that wasn't even on his radar a few months ago was giving him hell.
"Well, for one thing, they're organized.
They are generational, too. Every member is trained for some kind of warfare, but their enforcers are all highly skilled professional killers.
In most biker clubs we're familiar with, they're just brutes, and those who kill as enforcers are just more violent than the others.
But with them, they're as precise as we are, and we underestimated them.
They're smart, calculated, and work well together. "
"When you put it that way, I can see why the Castiello family wanted to work with them," Da Han said as he stared forward, thinking about all of the information he heard. "Do you think Yufei can handle them?"
Stephen shook his head. "No, but Tian Yu has taken over all operations, so hopefully the tables will turn."
Da Han scoffed and smirked. "I'm sure Yufei just loves that."
"You know Yufei put up a fight at first, claiming the gang was his, but after losing half of his members, Tian Yu didn't give him a choice."
"He'll get over it, especially if he lives through this. What about Saitoh?"
Stephen looked at his watch, then replied, "Should be arriving within the hour in Chicago."
Da Han nodded. "Good. It's best he go there than here. If I see that son of a bitch, I might kill him."
"He's a bastard, for sure, but a skilled killer, which is what we'll need," Chen agreed.
"What do we know about Rico?"
"We're still looking for his safe house."
"He wouldn't still be a problem had someone done his job," Da Han said, then tossed his glare at Stephen.
The man dropped to his knees, bowing. "I'm sorry, sir. His bodyguards were too quick to react, and when they retaliated, their attack was too forceful. I had to retreat."
"I'm just hearing excuses. Had you put one in his head, it wouldn't have mattered what his bodyguards could have done."
Stephen pressed his forehead to the floor before Da Han, kowtowing to show his utmost apology. "Please forgive me, sir. I won't miss again."
Da Han sighed deeply because he was just exhausted. This business with the Castiello family and the Lords of Chaos MC was dragging on far longer than he had expected, and the losses on his side were entirely too heavy for his taste. He waved. "Just go."
All of the men left, and after a few minutes of silence, Da Han went to search for his wife, with Jun De at his side.
He found his better half in the enclosed pool, swimming laps.
He stood there, hands in his pockets, as he looked at her sultry body slicing through the water with such grace.
She was the best thing that came out of the war with the Saotome Yakuza, so if he could spare Saitoh his retribution, she would be the reason, because she was their gift to him.
Had their triad won that battle, they may have never met.
Mèng Yáo swam over to her husband and looked up at him, water dripping and glistening off her. "How is everything, my darling?" she asked in her hypnotic tone.
Da Han squatted down before her and reached out, caressing her face. "So beautiful."
Mèng Yáo smiled, then lifted herself out of the water and kissed him before dropping back down into the pool. "So handsome," she said in kind. "So, what has happened to put the crease in your brow?"
Da Han sighed and nodded. "The Lords in Chicago and New York took out fifteen of my men combined."
"Those sons of bitches!" Mèng Yáo cursed as she sported a deep crease in her brow.
"Indeed," Da Han said, then stood up. He held his hand out to her, and she took it.
With his strength, he pulled his wife out of the pool and held her wet body against his, not caring that his suit was getting soaked.
"Saitoh should be landing in Chicago soon.
I want him to personally take out Vito fucking Castiello. "
"And he will, my darling," Mèng Yáo said, then she kissed him again.
Da Han smacked her ass, then turned to Jun De. "Come here," he beckoned.
Jun De walked over to the couple. "Yes, sir?"
Da Han grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, and when he pulled away, Mèng Yáo grabbed Jun De's chin and turned his face to hers before kissing the man.
Da Han watched the intimate kiss between his bodyguard and his wife and felt his cock stir to life.
He began to undress himself as Mèng Yáo began undressing Jun De, shedding the clothes to the floor.
Last to get naked was Mèng Yáo, as her swimsuit was easy to remove.
Da Han came up behind Jun De, his hands caressing the man's body, admiring the strong muscles under yielding flesh.
It was one of the things he loved about the male form, and Jun De was quite the specimen as far as he was concerned.
He turned Jun De's head to his and captured his mouth as his wife began kissing, licking, and sucking her way down Jun De's torso towards his cock.
Jun De gasped as Mèng Yáo took him into her mouth, her full lips sliding up and down the length of his cock. "Fuck," he panted as Da Han kissed his neck.
"This time, I'm going to fuck you," Da Han said, then nipped Jun De's shoulder.
"Can you handle me?" Jun De challenged.
Mèng Yáo chuckled as she sucked Jun De's cock.
"Don't think that I can't," Da Han said, then he dropped low and parted Jun De's ass cheeks.
He saw the man's beautiful, wrinkled hole for the first time since their first sexual encounter on the airplane, and his mouth watered.
When Jun De had taken him by surprise the first time they fucked, he had discovered something about himself.
He liked being dominated, but it had to be by the right man.
.. and woman. Mèng Yáo knew how to push and pull, and he'd see if Jun De could also play the game.
He leaned forward and lapped at the hole he'd be sliding his cock into very soon and smiled when he heard Jun De moan in response. Seeing the man give in, he continued to tongue his hole, probing, sucking, and licking to discover what the man liked best.
"Ah, shit," Jun De panted, then moaned in ecstasy. He slipped his fingers through Mèng Yáo's wet hair, gripping the strands as she worked over his cock. "I want to eat that sweet pussy of yours."
Mèng Yáo looked up and drew her lips over his cock, releasing it with a loud pop. "Enjoy," she said as she leaned back on the floor, spreading her legs wide.
Jun De licked his lips, then lowered himself.
Da Han gave him room to get comfortably into position, and he watched as another man's mouth pleasured his wife.
His cock was raging in anticipation, but he wasn't ready yet.
He went back to rimming Jun De and listening to his wife's expression of pleasure as she got her pussy eaten.
He loved hearing the sounds they both were making: her moans and whimpers from Jun De's tongue and Jun De's moans and grunts from his tongue in his hole.
When he heard his wife's breaths coming in labored gasps, he knew she was about to climax, and he reached down, stroking his cock just a little.
He didn't want to join her, just tease himself a little.
"Ah, ah, God!" Mèng Yáo belted out as she gripped Jun De's hair, her back arching as she came, writhing in the intense sensation of her orgasm.
Da Han pulled back, unable to resist any longer. He gripped Jun De's hips, aimed for his destination, and plunged his cock inside.
"Mmmmhph!" Jun De grunted and bit his bottom lip as his hole was brutally breached. He knew it was because his boss was laying claim and teaching him a lesson: Submit. Fine... he knew how to give a man what he needed. It didn't matter if it was protection or pleasure... he prided himself on both.
Da Han moaned, his eyes closing as he sank deeper into the man's body, Jun De's tight hole gripping his cock with its sweetness.
This was everything Da Han had imagined it would be.
His bodyguard was almost as tight as a virgin, and he shook from the feeling of his cock claiming the powerful man.
The same man who held him down by his neck as he rammed his ass without mercy.
He needed to do the same. He slid his hand up Jun De's back, gripping his neck, then he pushed him forward.
Jun De was pressed face-first to the cold, tiled floor. He grunted and panted as Da Han hammered his hole. The sound of skin slapping echoed off the walls while they fucked.
"Don't leave me out," Mèng Yáo whined.
Da Han turned to his wife. "As if I could... ever forget about you, baby," he said between heavy pants. "Do you want... his cock inside you?"
Mèng Yáo gave him a coy smile and nodded.
Da Han chuckled, then released Jun De's neck, allowing the man to rise to all fours. "Fuck my wife, but you better not cum inside of her."
"Do I need a condom?" Jun De asked.
"No, I know your medical records and she's good to go. I just don't want another man's cum inside my wife. That will always be my domain," Da Han said.
Jun De laughed. "What about my precum?"
Da Han snarled and gripped a handful of Jun De's hair, wrenching his head back, and Jun De grunted. The muscles in his neck strained from the off angle, but he remained silent. Da Han leaned closer to his ear. "Watch your mouth," he said.