4. Chapter 4

Chapter four

Jun De Valentino

J un De Valentino removed his suit jacket and handed it to one of the guards standing by. Being Da Han's personal guard put him above all of the others. He looked at Da Han. "Will I be the one to bring him to the point of death for you to finish him off, sir? Or do you want me to leave a little for someone else to play with?"

Da Han smiled at that. "He's all yours... until he's mine."

Jun De understood what was being asked of him without it being detailed. He was being tested to see just what his training was. Could he stomach violence?

Of course, he could. He'd been trained since he was ten years old to be a killer. He never had another choice, so he excelled at the destiny he was given. He began to roll up the sleeves of his white shirt, then he removed his tie, handing it to the guard who'd taken his jacket. He looked down at Wang and knew the man by reputation, but this was their first face-to-face encounter.

He didn't feel anything for him. This man was a target, nothing more.

He punched Wang in his side and heard the man's ribs break. Wang screamed and gasped in an attempt to draw as much air as he could into his lungs. He didn't give him a chance to recover before landing four more blows, alternating sides, then ended with a jab to the man's gut.

Wang gagged but didn't puke. He groaned in agony and then slumped back into the chair. His face was bruised, bloodied, and swollen. One eye was puffed out and shut completely. Jun De wouldn't touch his face anymore, nor would he beat the man again. He had other ways of making Wang feel pain. He removed his knife from its hidden sheath behind his back. Even though he was still wearing his guns in their holster, he didn't need them.

Jun De cut a glance at Da Han and Mèng Yáo and both were watching him with interest and certainly desire. He could see it and sense it. The time he had spent in the bedroom on the airplane came back to him. His cock in Mèng Yáo's mouth while Da Han's tongue caressed his. God, did he want to fuck them both at that moment, but it wasn't smart to slip into that pattern. What if something went wrong? He could lose his job or worse, his life. He had to keep it professional.

Now was the time to prove to the Mujin's just how valuable a bodyguard he was.

He cut Wang's shirt off with his knife, exposing the man's lean torso. There was blood there that had soaked in from his clothes along with dark, purple bruises.

"Go fuck... yourself," Wang cursed weakly.

Jun De ignored him as he sliced through the man's flesh with shallow cuts. Enough to sting and bleed, but not kill. He intended to make Wang Mujin suffer because it was what his boss wanted. He opened the man's mouth, forcing his jaw to remain wide. Then he slipped the tip of his blade into the bloodied gums as Wang screamed and thrashed in his bindings. Blood gushed from the wounds, some landing on Jun De's white shirt.

He didn't get off on killing. He did, however, get off on having control. The power to take what he wanted, and having Wang at his mercy had his cock stirring to life. He ignored the man's whimpering, curses, and insults. When he was in the zone, he was focused on one thing. Achieving his goal. In this case, it was making someone suffer at his will. He pulled the blade from the gory cavity of the man's jaw, then began to slice up his face, shredding the flesh in long lines. More blood gushed over his knife and fingers as it ran in a river down Wang's flesh to the floor. It always amazed Jun De just how much blood the human body contained. Such a messy business.

He tortured Wang for the better part of an hour before Da Han called him off. His cock was hard in his pants and he wanted to grope it something badly, but that wasn't professional. His once neat suit was covered in blood and sweat and he stepped back, wiping the moisture from his forehead with the back of his hand. He left a smear of blood in the process. He looked at Wang, admiring his skillful work as the man was hanging on by sheer will at this point.

Da Han laughed as he walked over to Wang still bound to the chair, a broken man. "Would you look at you, too audacious to die. You stubborn bastard. Good. The honor of ending your life is mine anyway." He held his hand out and Jun De handed him the knife he'd been using. Da Han took the bloody knife and sighed. "Uncle, all you had to do was know your place and accept it. But you wanted grander things that you weren't born to have. If you were meant to be the leader of the Jade Dragon Triad, then you would have been born first. It's as simple as that."

"M...men... mak... make... fat... fates," Wang managed to say despite the sheer carnage that had been done to him.

Da Han arched both brows. "Men make their own fates. Is that what you were trying to say?" He laughed. "Men like me do. While men like you follow in our wake. That's what you were confused about when you tried to kill me and when you killed my father," he snapped, then slashed the blade across Wang's neck. Blood squirted and flowed from the wound, some ruining Da Han's suit.

Jun De watched the satisfaction fill Da Han's expression as if the man had just had the best orgasm in his life. He looked at Mèng Yáo to see that she looked just as exhilarated as her husband. This was a couple who understood each other and were in perfect sync. He'd experienced as much when they had him pinned down on the plane that day. He knew he was going to have his work cut out for him with those two.

Da Han turned to him and gave him back his knife. "Excellent work."

He bowed his head. "Thank you, sir."

He watched as Da Han approached his son. "You stepped up, Yìchén." He slapped his son lovingly on the side of his neck. "Keep it up."

Yìchén remained silent and Jun De could tell the man was still trying to process everything he'd seen. It also made him wonder why a man like Da Han sheltered his two youngest sons as much as he had. Both Ren and Yìchén were greener than grass in the Spring. He looked at Chen and could tell there was something more to that man. He'd seen it the moment Yìchén punched him. A flash of a predator. Animalistic, raw, and without mercy. It was a surprise to say the least, because he hadn't thought the man was capable before. Granted, he didn't know much about Chen, but in the time that he'd been Da Han's bodyguard, he hadn't picked up on that side of him.

But tonight, he saw it.

He wondered if Da Han saw it too. If he did, he was curious if Da Han would still trust Chen to train his son. He guessed time would tell.

"Chen, he's all yours, but we need to speak privately," Da Han said.

Chen bowed his head. "Yes, sir."

Maybe he did, Jun De thought.

Da Han turned to him now and stepped up. "What do we have here?" he asked, then grabbed Jun De's still rock-hard cock.

"Ahh!" Jun De gasped, because he hadn't expected Da Han to be so bold. Especially not with everyone in the room watching them. The last time he pulled a stunt with him, they had the privacy of the bedroom. For fuck's sake, his son was standing right there!

"Sir," Jun De said, then reached for Da Han's wrist to push his hand away.

"Don't try it," Da Han threatened.

Jun De let his hands drop to his side and tried to keep his back straight, which was difficult because Da Han massaging his cock was very pleasurable. He was already on the edge and a hand on his cock doing what Da Han was doing wasn't helping him maintain control.

"You want to cum, don't you?" Da Han teased.

"Sir, please... this... isn't the place," Jun De said.

Da Han cocked his eyebrow. "Oh? And what is it when I own all of this? I fuck wherever I want, don't I, baby?"

"Yes, my love, make him cum," Mèng Yáo said.

Fuck, Jun De thought. No way he could turn him down like he had in that bedroom. Not with all of these eyes on him.

"This is what powerful men do, Yìchén. They stake their claim. Learn this lesson," Da Han said.

"Y—yes, Dad," Yìchén replied in a shaky voice.

Da Han unzipped Jun De's pants and pulled his erection free. "You enjoy being in control, I see."

"I was only following ... your orders, sir," Jun De said as he took deep breaths. God, he didn't want to come like this. Not with everyone watching. He'd never had sex in public before and felt blood rushing to his face, heating his entire body up with a flurry of sensations knowing that people were watching and probably getting aroused.

"Don't lie to me, Jun De," Da Han said.

Jun De took a deep breath and then let it out. His plan to keep things professional just wasn't in the cards. He understood that now. Da Han wouldn't let him, not when he was dumb enough to get an erection on the plane, which let the man and his wife know that he desired them. Apparently, that was all Da Han needed to pursue him. He'd been ignoring the man's flirtation since that day. And he thought he was getting away with it. That denying Da Han was working, but now he knew that wasn't true. Not with Da Han's hand stroking his cock and fondling his balls.

"Ooh, I can tell by your breathing that you're close," Da Han said.

"I... I thought you said..." Jun De let his words trail off, because the look in Da Han's eyes warned him not to utter the accusation.

"I know you want me. If I didn't, I wouldn't even have any attraction to you, Jun De. Even now, your cock is harder than steel. My hand stroking you is bringing you closer to the climax you've been denying yourself. I'm taking nothing from you against your will. You are no victim, but you are mine. And the moment you gush your spunk all over my hand, I will own you," Da Han said.

And something about those words snapped an invisible lock inside of Jun De. The place where he tried to hide his lust for Da Han was now exposed and his back arched as he shook with his orgasm.

"Ahh fuck!" Jun De cursed as his cum spilled all over Da Han's hand and the floor. He huffed as he looked down watching more of his milky, sticky spunk squirt from his slit as Da Han rubbed his masterful thumb on his sensitive head. "Shit," he gasped with more quaking.

"Yeessss, that's what we both wanted," Da Han said, then gave Jun De's cock one last long stroke before releasing his wilting flesh. He removed his handkerchief from his jacket pocket and wiped his hand clean, but never took his eyes from Jun De.

The heat Jun De had been feeling was being cooled down with his release and the air in the room. He reached down and tucked himself back into his pants. Words escaped him, he had none... at least, none he wanted to say at the moment. He simply looked at Da Han, who was smirking at him like a man triumphant.

"I do believe this was proof that you belong in our bed. Don't ever try to deny it again," Da Han said, then walked toward the door. "Let's go. I want to see what Yufei's gang can do since he claims they're worthy." His wife gave Jun De a wicked smile as she joined her husband.

"Yes, sir," was the unified response from the men who had just witnessed their boss take both his revenge and his pleasure on two men.

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Jun De couldn't keep his eyes off Da Han as his boss and everyone else in the room watched as Yufei's men were put to the test. One had ended up punking out and cowering in the corner. The other two were currently beating the shit out Wang's traitorous men. So, two out of three might be Jade Dragon Triad material. But the real make-or-break decision would be if they could kill their targets.

He noted Da Han's reaction, the slight curl of his lips, and the intrigue in his expression as he watched the beatdown take place. His boss was pleased. Yufei was standing there with his chest out, because he felt his boys could handle it. Well... at least two of his newest recruits. The one who had failed him, well, if he couldn't man up by the end of this, Jun De knew what his fate would be. You didn't walk away from this triad without earning it. And that meant dedicating your life, your blood, and your skill until you could retire. No one just quit because they couldn't deal.

"Enough," Da Han said, putting an end to the punches the three men were receiving.

Yufei's gang members stepped back, both were out of breath, their clothes and hands splattered with blood as they stood by, awaiting their next command.

"I told you they're solid," Yufei boasted.

"Not this one," remarked Tài Sǔn, Yufei's best friend and his second-in-command in their biker gang. He was looking at the one man who was trying desperately to make himself smaller in the corner.

Jun De checked out Tài Sǔn, who appeared to be as tough as he looked. He was wearing a black tank top and cargo pants with boots. A metal chain was connected to his pants and to something he had stuffed in his back pocket. Jun De noticed all of the tattoos that adorned the man's flesh and knew that his whole body was probably covered in them. He was six feet, black hair cut short at the top and shaved low on the sides. No doubt a major player in the family.

"What are you going to do about that one?" Da Han asked his brother, Yufei.

Yufei huffed and looked at the coward. Without saying a word, he pulled his gun out from behind his back and pulled the trigger. Blood and brain matter splattered the wall before the coward's body slumped to the floor. "I misjudged that fucking poser," he said and slipped his gun back into place. He looked at the other two men who had jumped when he killed the other. "Bai, Nick... you proved that you're ready for this life."

Da Han chuckled and shook his head. "Not yet."

Yufei turned to him. "They tortured those assholes."

"Is that all they can do?" Da Han asked.

Yufei snorted, then turned to his boys. "Kill them," he ordered.

Jun De looked at the men to gauge their reactions. They looked at each other, then back at their leader.

Yufei raised an eyebrow but remained silent. He knew just as much as anyone that he was also being put to the test. He'd picked these men to join his biker gang. To represent his family's triad. He'd already messed up with one of his choices. These other two had to step up, because if they didn't, his judgment would be called into question.

Tài Sǔn walked over to the men and removed two knives from his back sheaths and held them out. "Take them."

"I've got my own," Nick said, then pulled out a knife.

Bai took one of the knives Tài Sǔn offered, then turned to face one of the bloodied men he had tortured. He gripped the knife tightly as he loomed over the weak, whimpering man.

Jun De watched as well as Da Han, Yìchén, Tian Yu, Stephen, Chen, Mèng Yáo, Yufei, and Tài Sǔn. Just to see if they'd be able to follow through. If not, he was sure there'd be seven bodies to get rid of instead of five.

Nick was the first to do the deed, stabbing one of the men several times in the chest and stomach. He finally stopped once the man slumped over, blood gushing from the wounds. He looked at Bai and the other man swallowed hard, looked at Yufei one last time, and then growled before plunging the blade into his target's torso once, right through the heart. Efficient and quick, Jun De liked that.

"Good," Da Han said with a nod of approval.

"I'll deal with this one," Tài Sǔn said, then he walked to the last man tied to the chair and slid his knife into the man's eye, slowly and deeply until the man's screams were cut off along with his life.

Vicious, Jun De thought. He watched Tài Sǔn kill the man and he didn't seem to take pleasure in it. He handled it as if it was just something that needed to be done like taking out the trash. Perhaps, that was what it was to him, the act of killing an enemy of the Jade Dragon Triad.

"It would seem that you can pick worthy men, Yufei. I was concerned for a second," Da Han said.

Yufei smiled. "So, you see why I'm not worried about the Lords of Chaos."

Da Han rolled his eyes. "You'll still act when I tell you to," the Dragonhead said.

To that, Yufei remained silent.

"I'll get rid of these bodies," Stephan said.

"Please do." Da Han nodded, then turned and walked out of the room.

It was over, tests had been passed, and now it was time to make their move on their next targets. At least, that was what Jun De figured would be Da Han's goal. To take over all of Chicago and even the state, because whoever ran Chicago, ran Illinois. That wasn't the only thing on Jun De's mind because he was never afraid of war. He thrived when he had someone whom he could make bleed. No, it was the sexual desire he felt for his boss and his boss' wife. The public orgasm he had changed everything. No longer would he be able to deny Da Han, so if his boss wanted him that badly, he'd give Da Han all of him and see if the man could handle what he brought to the bedroom.

That was why they tell you to be careful what you wish for.