19. Chapter 19

Chapter nineteen

Chen

C hen heard the rumble of motorcycles before he saw them coming down the street. His targets. The president of the New York Lords of Chaos chapter along with two more men. He'd been scoping out the Lords of Chaos clubhouse for the past five hours waiting for the man to show up. The nighttime sky was clear and the weather was beautiful and it was almost a shame he couldn't be out enjoying himself. Instead, he was stuck on a rooftop two hundred and fifty meters away from the clubhouse. Five days ago, Da Han initiated his attacks, eliminating several members of the Castiello family and Lords of Chaos MC in one day. It took their enemy by surprise, because they hadn't been prepared for the two other families in New York to join the attacks .

Rico and the Lords were now fighting two factions of enemies because the Torelli, Demarcos, and Vanelis families weren't relenting in their attacks. And the two families now siding with the triad seemed to have taken on the mindset of the enemy of my enemy is my friend. If things continued this way, Chen didn't see this war between them going on much longer.

Chen aimed the site of his sniper rifle toward the front door of the clubhouse and saw when the three motorcycles backed into their spots to park. He calmed his breathing and steadied his focus, putting the bullseye on the very patch of the Lords' president. As soon as the wind was in his favor and he had a clear shot... he fired. His target, Alonzo "Al" Jeffries, went down, slumping over his bike. The other two men went to his aid and Chen took two more shots, the head of one of the men jerked back as a bullet pierced his skull. The second biker, the Lords' SA, Pierre "Pepe" Lanier, fell backward on his bike, sending it falling over.

Not wanting to stick around any longer to avoid retaliation, Chen quickly dismantled his gun and then packed it up. He raced down the stairs and into his waiting black Dodge Charger and hit the gas. He contacted his boss.

Da Han answered. "Update."

"It's done."

"Good, come back."

"Yes, sir," Chen said, then ended the call.

He was ten minutes away from their stronghold when he received a call from his boss. He answered, "Yes, sir."

"Fucking Yìchén!" Da Han cursed. "He's snuck out of the house. Find him."

Shit. Chen pulled over. "When?"

"Couldn't have been more than an hour ago. I'm going to fucking kill him," Da Han growled and Chen could imagine how pissed his boss was. Now was not the time for Yìchén to be pulling these kinds of stupid stunts.

"I'll find him, sir," Chen said.

"I know you will," Da Han said, then ended the call.

The first thing Chen did was check the tracker he had placed on Yìchén's cell phone, but the location showed that he was still at home. Chen smiled, because it would appear that Yìchén was clever. It also meant this hunt was going to be a challenge and that excited Chen. When he tracked his prey, he didn't want it to be easy. He looked at the file he had on Yìchén's friends, there were five of them. He knew Yìchén didn't know just how much he was watched as well as those around him. One could never be too safe, especially when your father was the Dragonhead of the Jade Dragon Triad. Every time someone new came into Yìchén's life, an investigation was done on that person.

Same with Ren, too. Da Han wasn't worried about Li and Xiù that way, because his twins were in the family business. Only his youngest needed that level of protection. Chen pulled up the files and read the information on all five. He called the first one on the list and they didn't answer. Then he called the next one and got a wrong number. That record would need to be updated, as that friend no longer had that number. The third number he called answered, a female. In the background, Chen could hear loud pop music blaring and figured it was a club.

"Who's this?" the female asked.

"Is this Sonia?" Chen asked, purposely using the wrong name.

"No, you have the wrong number," she said.

"I'm sorry. Thank you." He ended the call, and then used the technology app on his phone to trace the location of Ming Li, which was her real name. Yìchén might have the good sense to ditch his trace, but if Ming Li was with him, she'd be none the wiser. Chen wasn't sure if he'd find Yìchén with her, but that was his best bet. He pulled out toward the direction of the tracker GPS.

Thirty minutes later, he pulled up to a club called Fantasy that had a bit of a line at the front door and a burly bouncer guarding it. Chen parked and gave the valet instructions to keep his car close by and promised a nice tip in return. The valet nodded, took the keys, and climbed in behind the wheel. Chen walked up to the front door, bypassing the line—and the complaints from those waiting—to slip the bouncer a grand to get access. Once inside, he looked around from the balcony at all of the clubgoers dancing, drinking, and having fun under the multicolored lights. The music was blaring from the sound system and the DJ was behind the booth keeping the party going.

Chen could understand why the little imp had broken the rules to come to a place like this. The energy pulsed, which fed into his thirst for the hunt. His keen, brown eyes scanned the crowd and searched for Yìchén. He decided to hit the main floor and work his way through the crowd when out of the corner of his eye, he saw him. And at the same time, Yìchén's eyes locked on him and that was when he took off, leaving his friends in confusion. Chen slipped past several people dancing toward Yìchén, who was running through the crowd, pushing past people, toward the exit.

By the time Chen got outside, he saw Yìchén jumping into a cab, the door closing as soon as he got close to it. The cab took off and Chen ran behind it, but as the speed of the cab increased, he gave up and ran back to the valet to get his car. It wasn't three minutes before the valet pulled up to Chen with his car and he hopped inside after tipping the man again. He called their Jack-of-all-Trades, Stephen Yeoh, and gave the man the information on the cab as he took off in the direction the cab had been traveling in.

Chen's heart pounded in time with the pulsing of his hard cock, the excitement of the chase keeping him in a state of arousal. He pulled over before hitting the expressway until he heard back from their Incense Master, who wore many hats. Trained from a teenager to be an asset to the triad, Chen knew it wouldn't take long to get the details he needed from Stephen. His phone chimed and he answered it.

"The cab just pulled up to a club called Devour. Also, I tracked the cells of his friends and two of them are heading in that direction," Stephen said.

So, the little imp thought he was going to party the night away while we were in the middle of a war. Chen sighed. "Got it." He ended the call and followed the coordinates that he was given and this club didn't have valet, but parking on the streets was available and he found a spot two blocks away. After paying the entry fee for men, he entered and began searching for Yìchén. He spotted the boy with two of his friends in a booth. He took a spot that gave him a good view of the group and he watched as they toasted to Yìchén's success at evading his "watchdog".

Chen smirked at the insult but kept his gaze on his prey, the pretty imp that was forbidden to him. His cock disagreed, however. His desires told him that the boy was his to claim and after such a chase, he deserved to indulge in the reward. Chen was inclined to side with his desires and cock, but his mind told him to leave the boy alone. Just snatch him up and bring him to his father. And that was what he was going to do.

He watched as the group finished off the champagne and then made their way to the dance floor. His gaze was steady on Yìchén, and he let the boy dance with a woman to the hip-hop music bumping through the speakers. Yìchén's guard was down now and his back was turned. That was when Chen made his move, slipping through the dancing crowd like a phantom until he came up right behind Yìchén. He grabbed the boy by his waist and felt him stiffen.

"We're leaving now," Chen said in his ear.

Yìchén began to struggle as Chen began to drag him off the floor. His friends grabbed Chen's arm in their attempt to break his hold, and Chen turned to them, his gaze lethal, because he wasn't in the mood for their shit.

"He's going home now. Take your hands off me or suffer," Chen warned.

The two friends immediately let go, realizing that Chen was someone they didn't want to mess with. Chen turned Yìchén around and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to look up at him. "Fun time is over, boy. Stop fighting me or you'll piss me off."

"Fuck you," Yìchén yelled, then punched Chen.

The man's face snapped to the side, but his grip didn't loosen. In fact, the blow only excited him even more. The heat of his arousal lit up like a volcano, threatening to erupt. He had to get the boy home or else he'd end up losing control and doing something he'd regret. He released Yìchén's jaw and dragged him off behind him toward the exit. Yìchén continued to fight him along the way and when they reached the door, Yìchén begged the guards to help him.

"He's kidnapping me, help!" Yìchén screamed.

Two bouncers blocked Chen's way and Chen glared at them. His jaw was tight as he tried to hide his annoyance.

"I'm his bodyguard and his father wants him back home," Chen said .

"Yeah, we don't know that. We need to see proof. Until you can show that, let him go," one of the guards said.

Chen pulled out his gun and both bouncers stiffened, their eyes widening as their hands went up. The few people standing around gasped or screamed. "No one move," he commanded and everyone in the vicinity obeyed. He looked at the bouncers. "I don't want to shoot you, but I will." Chen turned to Yìchén. "Tell them the truth, now, or their blood will be on your hands."

Seeing how his lie nearly got two men killed, Yìchén huffed and nodded. "It's true. He's my bodyguard, I'm sorry," he admitted.

"Fucking asshole," said one of the bouncers, directing that at Yìchén.

Normally, Chen would have kicked the man's ass for insulting his boss' son, but considering the circumstances, he allowed him to have that one. Chen slipped his gun back into his holster and the two guards got out of their way. "Let's go," Chen said, then dragged Yìchén off down the block. The whole time he made his way to his car, his libido raged and demanded to give in to his nature. Yìchén trying to protest the entire way only fed his beast more.

They got to his car and he slammed Yìchén against the side of it. "Ow!" Yìchén cried out and snarled at Chen, "What the fuck?"

Chen didn't care about any of that, didn't care that he was about to do something he shouldn't. All he cared about was satisfying the beast inside of him after his hunt. He grabbed Yìchén's jaw, leaned forward, and kissed the imp.

At first, Yìchén's lips were stiff, but as Chen's tongue pushed past them, he opened them up. He worked his mouth against Chen's as they kissed. This night was full of surprises as far as he was concerned and this was the best of them. Finally, Chen was kissing him, a man unrestrained. He wrapped his arms around Chen's shoulders as they continued to kiss, their tongues and lips moving as one as Chen claimed and Yìchén surrendered.

Chen pulled back and glared at Yìchén. All he could see was the beauty that belonged to him. He'd earned this. He turned Yìchén around and pushed him forward on the hood of his car. He snatched the man's glittery skinny jeans and briefs down, exposing the gorgeous, plump ass that was his for the taking. He didn't know if anyone was watching and he didn't care. Not right then. All he cared about was getting his cock inside of his prey. He unzipped his pants, pulled his erection out, then spit into his palm.

"I knew you wanted me," Yìchén teased.

"Shut up, don't say a fucking word," Chen ordered with a snarl as he guided his spit-slicked cock inside Yìchén's ready and willing hole.

"Ugn," Yìchén groaned, his eyes closing as the cock of the man he'd been fantasizing about since he first laid eyes on him breached his sphincter.

"Take it!" Chen growled and pushed forward, burying himself deep inside the boy. "Ahhhh fuck," he gasped, his head back as he relished this well-deserved sensation. The feeling was everything he'd hoped for and more. Hot, tight, and so fucking sweet and he worked his hips, pounding into the hole that was designed by the heavens for him.

"Ah, ah... ah fuck," Yìchén panted, his eyes rolling into his head as he moaned in pleasure. His own cock was caught between him and the car and was hard as hell. He reached behind him, grabbing onto Chen's muscular thigh, pulling him closer as the man pushed forward with his thrusts.

Chen was snarling the entire time, his body pulsed in ecstasy as he fucked hard and without a care in the world. This was his natural state, what he'd been denying himself, and he didn't hold back. He pressed one hand on Yìchén's shoulder blade and the other held a grip on the man's hip. He grunted and growled as he milked his dick inside his boy.

"Oh god... I'm cumming," Yìchén whimpered.

Chen's gaze was clouded over with lust and he needed to hear Yìchén orgasm. He needed to see it and know it was his cock that made it all happen. He didn't slow his speed and when Yìchén cried out, he didn't cover his mouth. He wanted to hear every pant, moan, and yell as he watched the boy twitch and gasp in pleasure against the hood of his car.

Seeing Yìchén come set him off and Chen thrusted several more times, then froze. "Ahhhh fuck!" he growled out, the muscles and veins in his neck tense as he shook from his powerful orgasm. The thought of him filling Yìchén with his spunk made him nearly black out. He huffed and his chest heaved as he looked down to see his slick cock push forward between the boy's buns as he fucked the last of his cum from his balls. He pulled out and released Yìchén, taking a few steps back.

Yìchén remained bent over the hood, his body floating in the aftermath of the best orgasm he'd ever had. His asshole was cool from the breeze and he could feel Chen's cum seeping from his hole and down the length of his thighs. He almost hated to have to wash it off when he got home, because it was a badge of honor to have the man's jizz inside of him.

"Shit," Chen cursed as he shoved his cock back into his pants.

The tone in Chen's voice worried Yìchén. He straightened and pulled his pants up. He turned around to face Chen and frowned when he saw the grimace on Chen's face. "What's wrong? Is it because we didn't use a condom?"

Chen huffed and shook his head. "Get in the car," he said, then opened the door and grabbed Yìchén's arm and shoved him inside. He walked around to the driver's side. In his mind, he kicked himself for giving in to his most basic urges. How in the fuck had he lost control like that and fucked his boss' son. Jesus, if Da Han found out, he'd kill him. Before he climbed inside, he took several deep breaths, then opened the door and sat down.

Yìchén looked at him. "What's wrong?" he asked again and shrugged a shoulder. "I mean, we're both negative, right?" He knew for sure that he was.

Chen nodded, then started the engine and ran his fingers through his hair. Before he put the car in drive, he looked at Yìchén. "This... never happened."

Yìchén half snorted, half laughed. "Oh, it sure the fuck did."

"No, it didn't. Don't ever bring it up. I mean it," Chen said.

Yìchén rolled his eyes. "And if I do?"

Chen grabbed his jaw, not hard enough to bruise, but to get his point across. "If your father finds out, he'll kill me. Is that what you want?"

The cocky expression on Yìchén's face faded and was replaced by a mixture of fear and skepticism. "But—"

"No buts." Chen bared his teeth at him. "It. Never. Fucking. Happened. Do you understand?"

Yìchén nodded and Chen released him, then put the car into drive and headed home.

The car ride back was silent and that was what Chen needed to get his bearings. When he met his boss again, there could be no sign that he'd just taken his son over the hood of his fucking car in a public parking lot. What the fuck was he thinking to be so damn stupid?! He avoided looking at Yìchén as they drove back home, and he hoped that he had gotten his message across.

The last thing he needed was for Yìchén to expose them.

Da Han must never know.