"Yeah, Shotgun—um, our resident doctor—said we could even label it as 'holistic'," Maverick said.
"What kind of drug is it?" Zindel asked.
"You're asking the wrong person," Maverick said. "All I know is that Richie took the shit and ended up buck-ass naked, cock hard, and dancing and singing on our pool table at the club party. Totally horny out of his mind."
Zindel laughed. "I don't even know Richie, and I already like him."
Maverick chuckled and nodded. "He's pretty cool; my older bro loves his dirty drawers."
"That's awesome. Well, I'd be willing to take this drug if it's safe." Zindel looked at Vito. "Imagine having sex when we're both high off that."
Vito's brow lifted as if he were contemplating the possibility; then he cleared his throat. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. I want it thoroughly tested for long-term effects before I even allow you to touch it, let alone take it."
"That's what Richie's been doing. I think this will be a masterpiece of drugs," Maverick said.
Both Rico and Vito nodded. "We want a piece of that pie," Vito said, not mincing his words.
"Yeah, we know. Partners share in everything. You'll have to talk to my dad to work it all out," Maverick said.
We will, Rico signed, then he nudged his brother with his toe and Vito turned to him.Did you put men on Nico?
Of course. He hasn't left the hotel yet, Vito answered.
Rico pursed his lips and nodded.Where are we on that assassin who came after me?
Vito scratched his eyebrow before responding.We believe his name is Stephen Yeoh, but the fucker is elusive. We'll find that bastard, though. He's one of the triad's high-ranking officers. The Jack-of-all-Trades.
Tell Enzo what's going on, Rico said.
Vito nodded.I will. I know he's making his move on Li soon. With Da Han's son dead, this war won't go on for much longer.
Maverick kept up with the conversation and wondered if killing Li would actually stop the war. Da Han did have two more sons and a daughter, not to mention two other brothers—all who could be the next boss in line.
I'll get on it,Vito said, then pulled out his phone to call his nephew.
The door to the room opened, and Rico's stunning wife, Alessia, entered, wearing a skirt that was short enough to show the glory of her long legs and a blouse that gave all the men a view of her bountiful bosom. Maverick cocked a brow as he looked at Rico as the man's gaze admired his approaching wife.
Lucky bastard, Maverick thought.
"I have the information on the Bartollis. You strike now," she said.
Akane rose, as did Maverick, both ready for action. They listened as Alessia gave them all of the details they needed.
"Understood," Akane said, then she walked off, and Maverick followed behind her. She contacted their hit squad, while Maverick contacted the Lord's New York chapter.
Striker answered. "What's up, brother?"
"We've got the deets on our targets," Maverick said, then he gave them the info. "Send some brothers to meet us there."
"I'll join you with Jesse, Killjoy, and Ash," Striker said.
"Oh, Jesse and Killjoy came?" Maverick asked.
"Yeah, arrived this morning. Everyone from the Vegas and LA chapters," Striker said.
"Perfect. Okay, meet you there," Maverick said.
He ended the call, then climbed into the van with Akane and four other members of the Castiello Hit Squad. He'd done two hits so far with this crew and knew they could handle whatever was coming. The guys in the van with him represented the Castiello family beautifully. Maverick could see why the Castiello family was the juggernaut that it was. He leaned back and rested the butt of his machine gun on the floor as he leaned his head against the side of the van. He closed his eyes to center himself, and when he opened them, Akane was watching him.
