Maximo’s POV
Maximo’s POV
Three weeks later, I got the call. Nico had set up a time to meet with Dom.
The location was out in a deserted industrial area.
But he had a different plan in place apparently.
He told Dom he needed to speak with him, with hopes of calling a truce with me.
I called bullshit, but so did Dom. Dom set it up that the majority of his men, which now also included Don Sanchez’s men, would stay back with me, armed and ready.
He would go in with a small handful of his own men, make it look a bit more casual.
Nico was likely going to let The Fire Dragons MC take down Dom, then he could come after me without extra interference.
Dom had on a bulletproof vest as well as did all of his men.
We had scoped the place out earlier, and “Geronimo” had provided us very useful intel of where the Fire Dragons MC men would be hiding at.
That way we knew where to come in without being noticed.
Nico should have picked a better spot. He really was dumb as an ox, or he really just believed Dom was dumb enough to believe his plea for a truce.
Our men had arrived two hours before the meet-up time.
We were ready and set in place when the Fire Dragons MC club members rolled up on the place, an hour before the meetup time.
Dumbasses didn’t even consider the fact that some of the buildings would be easy areas for people to hide.
My men and I made sure to keep as quiet as possible.
I made sure I was at ground level so I could charge in as soon as I had the right moment.
All I needed was for Nico to show his face and get close enough, then I would be intervening.
No waiting around shit! Asshole was dying today.
Dom pulled in with his two SUVs full of men, dressed casually, though armed under loose T-shirts and relaxed fitted jeans.
I was dressed for action too in a black snug-fitting T-shirt with black jeans and combat boots.
I had one gun in my shoulder holster, the other in my hand, ready to go.
I also had a secret weapon on me that I would be putting to good use.
About 10 minutes later, that prick rolled in with two of his own SUVs.
But he had a couple less men than Dom, so at least Dom had the numbers.
One thing I did give Nico credit for. He had risen from shit on the floor to almost making it to a Don.
But it wouldn’t happen. Even if he somehow managed to take out Dom, I would have taken that personally and gone after the fucker anyway.
First my wife then my friend? That wasn’t fucking happening.
Nico was too arrogant for his own good. Or maybe he became too desperate after we killed his aunt.
I watched as Nico sauntered over to Dom, but kept a decent distance.
Smart move. Nico did look like shit. I hadn’t seen him in quite some time.
Aria had once mentioned that Lorenzo referred to him as a bulldog.
Looking at him now, he did look worse for wear.
He had a rugged look to him, more scars than even Carlo had, but I had heard Nico had literally fought his way up the chain.
Even heard the fucker got high praise from his father’s own Don saying Nico had “more cogliones than most of our men.” That was saying something.
But you put Dom next to Nico and of course the guy is going to look like shit on a stick.
Dom was the pretty boy, which threw people off because the man was ruthless.
He worked his way up from a soldier and was handpicked by his Don to fill his place.
That was almost unheard of in our world.
It was usually a son took over, or if the Don had a daughter, the son-in-law would take over.
I heard Nico start to taunt Dom, which made this my moment to move.
“You really are fucking stupid.”
Guns were suddenly drawn on both sides.
“Did you really think I wanted a truce with that cunt? Fuck, his bitch killed my aunt. They are both going to pay for it.”
At that point I saw Fire Dragons MC members begin to move in, so I waved a hand up to our men to move.
Dom laughed, making Nico stiffen. “We knew it was a fucking setup you dumbfuck.” Dom smirked at Nico as his own men moved in closer to block Dom.
The Fire Dragon MC’s men were still approaching in a semi-circle formation from their direction, but had seemed to slow their pace at what Dom said.
“That’s why I’ve got Maximo here as well as Carlo Garcia.”
The Fire Dragons MC men stopped in their places looking around just as I charged from my spot, gun up and pointed directly at Nico. He looked pissed.
The rest of our men converged out in a swarm, guns drawn and ready to fire.
“Motherfucker!”
Just as I was a few paces from Nico, I turned and could see the Fire Dragons MC president, Demon. And he looked agitated.
“What the fuck, Nico? You said you were meeting with Dom, not Maximo, you fuck!”
My gun still pointed at Nico, and without looking away from him, I responded to Demon.
“This bitch tried to take out my wife, at my house, so this bitch is mine.” I paused, then continued.
“This little bitch knew you had a problem with Dom, so he set this up so you would take Dom out of the picture and he could go after me. But I bet the little bitch boy here didn’t account for us knowing about his little plan thanks to Geronimo.
And he didn’t account for me having an alliance with Carlo Garcia.
” I tilted my head as I looked at Nico. “Did you?” Then I smirked wickedly at him.
Nico was dumb enough to speak up. “I don’t fuckin’ see Carlo here you, stupid cunt.”
I continued to smirk at him, then pointed up behind me where he glanced up. I could see a flicker cross his eyes.
Demon grunted out, “Well fuck me.”
I knew Carlo was up on the roof of one of the buildings, surrounded by several of his men looking down, armed with guns.
“You’re on your own, fucker. We have nothing to deal with Maximo.”
Demon turned to leave, waving his men off.
I spoke up before they got too far away, making Demon stop in his place. “And you have nothing to do with Dom going forward. Do I make myself clear?”
Demon turned back and made eye contact with me, jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, but nods ever so slightly.
Demon said, “We’re out, brothers!”
All the MC members start to retreat, as I continue to hold my gun on Nico. He has his trained towards Dom still, but with Dom’s men in the way and his bulletproof vest, he won’t be able to take him down. He might be able to get a shot off, but he won’t be able to kill him.
Still training my gun on Nico, I said to his men, “Back off now and you may live. You have a choice. Disband or figure out joining one of the clans. But Nico is done.”
As I said the last part, Nico’s face contorted as he pulled the trigger, gun still aimed towards Dom, and I pulled my trigger on him.
I shot him in the right shoulder, making his arm rock just enough to throw his aim off.
Without waiting, I charged Nico, hit him once with my gun on the side of the head, making his head whip to the side, blood trickling down.
I dropped my gun to the ground because I wanted this bitch with my bare fucking hands.
I managed to rip the gun from his hand, and threw it.
Just as I was about to punch Nico, I heard Dom yell out, “Back off. Nico belongs to Maximo.”
I punched him on the cheek, as he grunted.
He swung around quick and hard, nailing me in the ribs.
I knew he was a good fighter. He would have to be to get to where he was.
He had his life on the line, a life taken from him, fighting with all he had left.
I had rage, revenge, and the need to avenge my wife pushing me through.
It was going to be a brutal fight to the end. And I would make sure I finished it.
We kept at it, one hit to his jaw, hit to my side, hit to his shoulder that was shot, making him wince and stumble back, but he came back at me. Punch, punch, punch, punch. His stomach, my rib again, his jaw, my jaw, his shoulder again.
We were both bloody and breathing hard after quite a bit of time, but I needed to end this fucker.
I got closer, letting him grab me and pull me in, thinking he had me when I went for the shot and kneed the fucker in the balls.
This was life or death. There were no fucking rules, nothing about fighting fair. None of that shit.
Nico went down to his knees, grunting. Just as his knees hit the ground, I moved fast, stumbling a bit from the pain from my injuries, reached behind me and unsheathed Aria’s knife that was hooked into the back of my belt loop.
I moved as quickly as I could, “This is for my wife, you worthless piece of shit!”
Breathing raggedly from the fight, I grabbed Nico by his hair, yanked it back, to make him look at me. The bitch had the balls to look angry, but I used my right hand and quickly moved the knife across his throat.
Even as he bled out in front of me, he continued to stare me down, until the life had completely drained from his eyes. Then I unceremoniously dropped him to the ground.
I was still breathing hard trying to catch my breath when I heard Dom’s voice somewhere to the side.
“You okay, Maximo?”
Still panting hard, “I’m fucking fantastic.” Then I looked up, breathing heavily, and looked at Dom who looked concerned for a moment. I smirked at him. “The bitch is dead.”
He smirked back at me. “Yes he is.”
I frowned slightly. “You hit?”
He smiled bigger. “Nope. Bulletproof vests baby!”
I chuckled through my heavy breathing. I was starting to catch my breath finally.
I smiled wickedly at him.
“Time to head home and share with my wife.” I had the knife in my hand, dripping blood.
He laughed. “You do that.”
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About an hour later I arrived home, blood still on my clothes from my fight with Nico. When I walked into the mansion, Aria came charging from her side of the house. She looked me up and down, frowning, but then she saw it. Her knife. In my hand. Blood still on the blade.
I held it out to her. “A gift for you, Donna.”
Her eyes came back up to meet mine, a gleam in her eyes. She walked up quickly to me and pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. Then she giggled, looking towards the knife.
“Awe! What a sweet husband, to bring me back a souvenir from his adventures.”
I tried to step back from her. “I’m all bloody. Let me get cleaned up.”
Another gleam came to her eyes.
“I think I’d like to help you…….get clean.
” Her eyes fluttered wickedly at me. And now I was hard as a rock.
She guided me up to our room, into the large bathroom.
She brought me over to the counter, took the knife from my hand and placed it in the sink.
She then turned to me and slowly helped me pull my T-shirt off.
I winced a few times. Nico had gotten in some pretty good hits, especially to my ribs.
I could already see the discoloration starting where the bruising would appear soon enough.
Aria did something she had never done before. She gently touched my marks, making me both wince and shiver in pleasure from her touch.
She looked up at me. “You did this for me.” Not a question.
“I did this for us.”
For the first time ever, we had the gentlest sex in our bathroom. She took care of me, being sure not to hurt me more. Gently touching my skin, my marks, all of me.
After we both finished, she said, “Thank you, husband.”
I smiled at her. “You’re welcome. And thank you, wife.”
And I kissed her like I loved her. Because I did.