Maverick
"So,what'sthesignfor when we call in our backup?" Maverick asked.
"Don't worry, you won't miss it," Akane said.
"I don't like going into some shit without knowing how and when to act," Maverick stated.
Akane looked at him. "Come now, a man like you... I find it hard to believe that you would ever fail to perform."
Maverick caught the sexual innuendo and appreciated her play on words. He smirked because it was true. He was a Man of Carnage and always in kill-mode. He nodded. "I'll play it by ear, then."
"Mmmm," Akane purred as she tossed him another look that held all of her desire for the man who touched a deep, dark place inside her core that no man had before.
Maverick followed Akane, Striker, Nico, and Jesse as they stepped onto the elevator. They had another crew from Nico's men riding the service elevator to the floor where Enrique Esposito and his men were holed up. Earlier, before they headed out, they got word that Enrique attacked Da Han but failed to kill the triad boss and lost four men in the process. With that in mind, they knew that Da Han would be out for blood. Akane did ask Alessia if they should pull back, but Rico wanted to take out Enrique because if they pulled back, who knows what the next attack would be? Better to let them think their enemy had the upper hand on their own turf.
So, the plan was still on, and Maverick was ready to party his way. His cock was already hard as he anticipated how much fun the bloodshed was going to be.
Akane slipped her arm around his, then leaned over, whispering in his ear, "I'm so horny right now. Are you horny, my naughty little boy?" She caught his pierced lobe between her teeth and tugged just enough to make Maverick's eyes close as he moaned.
Damn, this woman is just too much, Maverick thought as his cock leaked a dab of precum.
"And people think I can't control myself," Nico said as he smirked at Maverick and Akane.
Maverick shook her hand off and pushed her away. He had to put distance between them because if he didn't, he'd take her right there and then in front of everyone. "Stay focused," he told her.
Akane laughed, her hand going to her mouth coyly as she giggled. The growl she released was full of the lust that empowered her. "I'm always ready for all the action."
Sweet Newborn Baby Jesus, Maverick thought. He wanted to bite his hand just to try to give himself some type of distraction, but he couldn't. More accurately, he didn't want to because then Akane would know just how much of an effect she had on him. The elevator reached the floor, and they all had their hands on their guns just in case. When the doors opened, two guards from the Esposito family greeted them.
"This way, please," they said as they made room for the four of them to exit the elevator and follow the guards to the right room. When they entered, they were checked at the door, their guns and knives removed as a 'safety precaution.'
They knew that would happen, which was why the other crew would only come in when the signal was given. Maverick wasn't worried, as he was a weapon, and he knew from experience that Jesse, Akane, and Striker were too. He didn't know about Nico, though. However, he did know the man had done time in prison, so he could handle himself, he was sure.
They were led to the living room, and Maverick took note of all the armed guards who were watching their every move. He took account of their positions and the weapons he saw on them and knew he wasn't the only one doing so. He then looked at Enrique Esposito, who was sitting on the large sofa across from them.
"Thank you for coming," Enrique said.
"My boss is very interested in what you have to say," Akane said.
"I was expecting to be speaking directly with Mr. Castiello. Is there a problem with him not being able to make it himself?" Enrique asked, one eyebrow cocked.
Maverick looked at the man who appeared to be in his mid-sixties but still aging well. He looked fit in his three-piece suit as he puffed on his cigar. The man's eyes were fixed on them as if they were his prey, when to Maverick, it was the other way around.
"My boss is preoccupied with more important matters," Akane said, and Maverick smirked because he loved that level of badass boldness in a woman.
Enrique's eyes narrowed at the underhanded insult that insinuated he wasn't worth the man's time. He took a puff of his cigar, then exhaled the swirling smoke through his mouth and nostrils as they flared in his rage. "Well, when he has time, I might be willing to talk to him then." He paused. "Might... since he's wasted my time tonight by sending me his side piece."
To that, Nico chuckled but didn't say anything.
Akane smiled. "Are you sure you don't want to negotiate? My boss has terms that I'm sure you'll find most agreeable."
"When I negotiate, it will be when he's sitting across from me. Boss to boss," Enrique said.
Akane flipped her long, black hair over her shoulder as she rose. "I understand. It is a shame that you're not willing to conduct business at this time."
"Make sure you convey my message to Rico," Enrique said.
"And this is his message," Akane said, then she performed a roundhouse kick, the metal heel of her shoe ripping into the flesh of Enrique's throat, tearing it open. Blood gushed from the wound, catching his men off guard.
