"I know who you are," Nathan replied dryly. "Remember? We met at the wedding."
"So, why all the fuss?" Zindel asked.
"From what I know, you've never been involved in our kind of business," Nathan said.
"Then you don't know that much," Zindel shot back.
"Easy, Minx," Vito said with a slap to Zindel's plump ass that he couldn't get enough of. "Behave."
Zindel sucked his teeth. "I still know what's going on, and if you're worried about me having loose lips, baby, please. My lips ain't never been loose. Not the way I suck cock," he bragged. "I know how to keep a secret, Nathan... fuck outta here."
Vito smirked, then cut a glance at Zindel, who rolled his eyes before returning his attention to Nathan. "My lover can leave ifIwant him to. Are we going to have a problem?"
Nathan sighed. "No. No problem. So, what's the plan, and who are my targets?" he asked, getting right to the point.
Vito gave a short nod, then motioned for Demir to hand Nathan a tablet. Nathan looked over the documents and photos.
"We need you to take out those three. The other two are known as 'Big Brothers' within the triad, comparable to my Capos. Tian Yu is an underboss," Vito said.
Nathan whistled. "Taking out the Mujin family's middle son is a big dick-and-balls power play," he said.
"If you think you can?" Vito cocked an eyebrow.
Nathan snorted at what he considered an insult. "I'll put Cody on it."
"Cody? Your son, just him? Isn't he like eleven?" Vito asked.
Nathan nodded. "Twelve, actually. Cody is more efficient than David, who still needs to reach his full potential. David will be with me when I take out their makeshift hospital."
"It will be heavily guarded," Demir said.
Nathan nodded. "That's to be expected."
Vito chuckled. "I'm interested to see you and your sons in action."
"You won't be disappointed," Nathan said.
"I'm sure I won't," Vito agreed.
"It still trips me out that even the kids in your family are assassins. I can't imagine what kind of childhood they had," Zindel said.
Nathan sighed. "We all have our fates in this world. Some people are fated to be killed by others who were professionally trained to kill them."
"Damn, you're cold as ice," Zindel said, shaking his head.
Vito smirked because he could understand where Nathan was coming from. He'd been raised knowing that he'd one day have to join the family business. At sixteen, he killed his first man as a rite of passage for their family. Rico and his son Enzo did the same when they were sixteen, and that was also when they received the Castiello tattoo. Some families just had their traditions.
"Getting back on subject, as for their little motorcycle gang, my club is handling them," Wolf said. "We've taken out eight of their members."
"How many have you lost on your end?" Nathan asked.
"Four," Wolf said with a frown.
"Sorry to hear that," Nathan said. He knew through Ze how close the club was, how they cherished their members.
"Thanks," Wolf said.
"So, you just need me and my boys to take out these three targets?"
