"We're already on it," said one of the members of the hit squad, who seemed unbothered by the sexual display they had walked in on. Again, they left to do as they were told.
It turned Maverick on to see Akane be a woman in control. He really wasn't used to that, as the women in his family controlled the household while the men ran the club business. When the club had to take care of their enemies, the men planned the attacks and carried them out. Here, Akane was the one in charge,and seeing her dominance and expertise made his dick stir to life once again.
"Won't the C4 crush him anyway? Why bother trying to decode his lock?" Maverick asked.
"His panic room is made of steel three feet thick. Even if we blow this mansion up, he may survive. I don't leave survivors," Akane said as she approached the keypad on the wall.
Sweet Holy Jesus, Maverick shivered from arousal after hearing how ruthless Akane was. He, too, didn't leave survivors. They put on their masks, and he watched as she used the device to open the door. Gunshots rang out as the boss and his few remaining bodyguards tried their best to defend themselves. They were no match for Akane and Maverick as she tossed a C4 bomb into the room, then closed the door. Maverick and Akane hauled ass out of the room right before the explosion struck. The blast was so powerful that he knew no one could have survived it. Once they were a safe distance away, Akane pressed the button, and the entire Bartolli mansion exploded. Debris flew in all directions as the mansion collapsed onto itself.
"Holy shit, that was awesome!" Maverick said as he gazed at the flames that billowed toward the sky from the destroyed mansion.
"If he survives that, it will be a miracle," Jesse said with a smile. "I've got to say, you guys know how to party."
"Now we just need to take out the Esposito and Triad, right?" Maverick asked Akane.
She nodded, then looked at Jesse. "You're just as good as your reputation."
"You haven't really seen me cut loose," Jesse said.
"I look forward to it," Akane said, and Maverick stiffened.
"Don't fucking flirt," he told her.
She turned to him. "That wasn't me flirting." She reached over and grabbed Maverick's crotch, and he groaned. "This better notfind itself in another bitch's mouth or cunt, do you understand me?"
"Ye—fuck off me," Maverick said, slapping her hand away. Shit, he almost fell into her trap. Akane laughed as she sat back in the van, and that laugh told Maverick that she knew things he didn't. He needed to retreat. "Hey, drop me off at the clubhouse with Jesse and them, okay?"
"You're here on the Castiello's dime and time," Akane reminded him.
"I just want to catch up," Maverick said.
"Very well. But make sure you return tonight," Akane said.
Maverick nodded and sighed because he needed a break to get his head together.
Chapter eight
Nathan
"Becarefuloutthere,"Nathan told his son, Cody, who would be focusing his task on one target: Tian Yu Mujin
"I've got it, Dad, don't worry," Cody said, then climbed out of the car.
Nathan dropped his son off near the area where Tian-Yu and his right hand, Han Wu Li, were last seen based on their intel. There was a Chinese restaurant owned by the triad that was also one of their bases of operation, mainly the place where the biker gang of the triad hung out. He knew his son—who he had highly trained—would be able to handle the job. They'd never see him coming, and Cody was a master at being covert. David watchedhis brother slip away into the shadows and knew he would be successful. He felt a pang of envy that his twin had the level of skill enough for their father to trust him with the job. He only hoped that he could prove himself tonight in his dad's eyes.
Nathan drove off in the direction of his target location, the place where several of Da Han Mujin's men were on the mend. The triad had three high-ranking members here and about ten or twelve little brothers who were wounded during the attacks. He planned to take them all out. He and his son climbed out of the car and gathered their equipment: face masks, tear gas grenades, and weapons. They found a good hiding spot where Nathan could see his son clearly. He set up his sniper rifle, aiming his barrel at one of the guards who was on patrol. Nathan watched in silence, seeing his son do what they were born to do in the Bridger family.
"I'm going to take out the guards and the asshole who opens the door. That will give you the opportunity to penetrate. I'll provide backup once you're in," Nathan instructed his son through their comm.
"Okay, Dad," David said. He was armed with the tear gas grenades as it was his job to toss them into the house. He also had two daggers on him and three extra clips for his nine-millimeter with the suppressor.
Nathan aimed and adjusted the scope, then fired. One of the guards' heads jerked back right before his body fell in a heap. He aimed at the other guard, who was too slow to react, and the bullet splattered his brains all over the wall. Another guard came walking around the building on patrol, and as soon as he came into view, Nathan fired, and the guard collapsed to the ground.
"Damn, Dad, you're so good at that," David praised.
"You'll get better with more practice," Nathan said. "Move out."
With that command, David ran toward the house and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" asked a man with an Italian accent.
