16. Chapter 16

Chapter sixteen

Chen

A Week Later

"How do I hold the gun again?" Yìchén asked as he tossed a seductive glance over his shoulder at Chen, who was standing behind him. Both men were wearing black ear protectors to muffle the loud sounds of their guns.

"I've already demonstrated," Chen said and crossed his arms over his chest. They were in New York now and putting more of their men in place, so teaching Yìchén how to shoot was imperative. Da Han would be making his move soon and every man and woman needed to be at the ready .

"I know, but it just doesn't feel right in my hand," Yìchén whined, and his behavior didn't fool Chen. The boy was a huge flirt and he'd been fending off his advances since they'd met.

Chen sighed and stepped up next to him and pulled out his Glock. He held his trigger finger on the trigger. "Do it like this," he instructed.

Pouting, Yìchén did as he was told. He had wanted Chen to show him the way he had before. By stepping up behind him and giving him a hands-on lesson. That way, he could feel Chen's dick against his ass as well as his muscular chest against his back. Instead, he had to observe and copy.

Chen pulled the trigger, his bullet hitting the target in the middle. He shot three more times, each bullet leaving a hole in the target's chest and head. He placed his gun back into the holster, then turned to Yìchén.

"Now, it's your turn," Chen said.

Yìchén huffed and put the gun down on the shelf before him. "I don't see why I have to do any of this. I don't want to be a fucking gangster. I'm a dancer. That's what I want and I shouldn't be dragged into my dad's territory war."

Chen sighed. "Your father wants you to be able to defend yourself more than anything, Yìchén. I seriously doubt he'll be calling on you for action, but if he needs to, you need to step up. That's what all of this is about. If, for some reason, you're attacked, you need to be able to fight back. Bodyguards can't always protect you. Had your father not known how to properly defend himself when he was attacked by your uncle's men, he would have died. And you probably would have been killed off after your Uncle Wang took over the triad. Think about that." He motioned to the gun Yìchén had placed down. "Now, shoot."

Yìché n thought about the very terrifying scenario that his father was in where his bodyguard died protecting him and his dad managed to kill two of the assassins who were left after four had been killed. It was true, he didn't want to be helpless, and he also didn't want to be on the front lines, either.

He picked the gun back up and aimed, then fired. His bullet missed the target completely. "Shit," he cursed.

"Indeed," Chen remarked, then took up position behind Yìchén, his hand guiding the young man as he pressed his body against him.

"Mmmm, yes, Daddy," Yìchén purred, then wiggled his ass against Chen's crotch.

"Pay attention," Chen snapped.

"How can I when your cock feels so good on my ass?" Yìchén teased.

"You are the son of my boss, behave yourself," Chen said. "Now, focus. Being able to shoot straight could be the deciding factor if you live or die."

Yìchén sighed, because Chen was no fun at the moment. "Fine."

"Good." Once again, Chen instructed with guidance, and the next few bullets that were fired hit the target in the shoulder, neck, and chest.

"Ohh, okay, that's pretty badass," Yìchén said with a giggle.

Chen released him and took his place beside him. "Keep practicing. Kill shots only. If someone is coming at you, you shoot to kill, not wound."

Yìchén fired off more and Chen instructed to help him with his aim. When he got a headshot, he yelped in excitement. "Did you see that?" he asked Chen.

"Assassins don't just stand still, so keep practicing. Imagine the target running toward you," Chen said. "And never let someone walk up on you while you have a gun pointed at them."

Yìchén smirked, then pointed his gun at Chen. "I have the power."

Chen scoffed, then took the gun from Yìchén in a maneuver so quick and smooth, it took Yìchén a second to realize he'd been disarmed. He blinked, his mouth open, hands still up as if he were still holding his gun. He looked at Chen and noticed the man was now holding the weapon in question.

"How the fuck did you do that?" Yìchén asked and lowered his hands.

"First off, don't ever point your fucking gun at me again. Secondly, just how easily I took it from you is what can happen if you let your opponent get close enough to do the same," Chen said, then shoved the gun back into Yìchén hands. "Now, stop playing childish games and practice."

Yìchén took a few deep breaths, then did as he was told and continued to practice shooting with better aim. Just when he thought he was getting better, Chen pulled his gun out swiftly, and fired off eight shots with precision and speed, each bullet hitting the head of the target.

"See, each bullet needs to count. When you're being shot at, your adrenaline is pumping and the seconds are moving by fast and slow at the same time. You can easily panic and become disoriented. That's why you need to take this seriously," Chen said.

"I am," Yìchén snapped. "I just started whereas you've been doing this shit forever. I've never killed anyone before. I've never been in a shootout."

"Well, I have, and that's why I'm trying to prepare you. Keep going, reload," Chen said.

They spent two more hours at the range before leaving.

"Can you treat me to something nice to eat since you've been training me so hard?" Yìchén asked. He watched as Chen drove the car, the strong muscles in the man's arm flexing as he steered. God, the man was hotter than the boiler room in hell. He was also harder to seduce than an eighty-year-old nun. He'd tried everything and couldn't make a crack in the man's wall, but he wasn't willing to give up.

"What do you want to eat?" Chen asked.

Yìchén reach over, slipping his hand between Chen's legs, and grabbed his cock. "I want to suck on this until you feed me your salty milk, baby."

Chen looked down at the hand that was trying to claim his cock, then at the young man the hand belonged to. "Let go."

"No," Yìchén said, then began to massage the flesh. "Oooh, someone's getting hard." He grinned in delight to finally be able to get a rise out of the man.

Chen sighed and released the steering wheel with one hand to remove Yìchén's from his crotch. "Don't do that again."

"What will you do to me if I disobey you?" Yìchén asked, then licked his lips.

"Just don't," Chen warned.

Yìchén smirked and settled back into his seat. He wasn't done with that man yet. Not by a long shot. "I think I've been very accommodating considering how my life has been upended. I had to do those online lessons, which I hated, while in Chicago. I don't want to have to leave New York again. I want to hang out with my friends too. I miss them."

"That will have to wait."

"Why? I'm so sick and fucking tired of being cooped up in the house. Now that I'm back in New York, I want to go back to my life. Ren gets to do so, why can't I? It's not fair!"

"Ren has his own issues to deal with and compromise on," Chen said, his expression neutral, because he knew it was important to not give Yìchén an inch. The boy was the type to take a mile.

Yìchén pouted. "If you're my bodyguard, then I'm safe, right? I don't see why I can't live a little."

"All in due time. Once your father has settled things here, your life won't be threatened. Your brother Li will be in charge, you can stay and continue going to university here," Chen said.

"Fine. I guess that's good to know. But what about you? Where are you going?"

"Wherever your father wants me," Chen said. "Did you decide on what you wanted to eat?"

"Japanese," Yìchén said.

"Very well."

Chen drove to a restaurant he enjoyed.