Page 58 of Punished
“According to Rico, in the next three days, so by Wednesday,” Dasan said.
“Awesome!” Richie belted out, pumping his fist in the air.
“Miss that dick?” Nine teased.
Richie rolled his eyes. “No... well yes, but I miss my man.”
“Me too,” Ajay said.
“It’s going to be great to have them home,” Tank agreed, nodding.
“One issue... what about our unfinished business?” Richie asked.
Dasan pursed his lips. “We’ve been keeping eyes on him. I guess it’s time to take him to the Kingdom.” He looked at two of his brothers who’d be perfect for this particular job. “Big Dick, Bear, why don’t you go take care of that.”
Both men nodded. “No problem,” Bear said.
“In the meantime,” Dasan began, then turned to Maverick. “Rico needs you to fulfill your job as Burger’s proxy. You’ll be going to New York. You leave in...” He looked at his watch. “Three hours.”
“Damn, short notice much?” Maverick fussed.
“You’re flying on Rico’s private jet, so stop bitching and go get ready,” Dasan said.
“How long will I be there?”
“Until Rico is well enough to get back into the fight or until it’s over. He took a bullet to the gut and one to the leg. It might have been worse had Akane and Akari not been there. His attacker was a highly skilled assassin. Akari is not to leave Rico’s side, but he wants you and Akane to hunt the assassin and at the same time, take out his enemies, which are growing in numbers,” Dasan said.
“This is your wet dream, Maverick. No need to hold back,” Ace said, then he patted his little brother on the shoulder.
Maverick smiled because it was true. The last time he’d been able to unleash a little was when they took on the Hellraiser Knights. But he’d also been denied the real fun thanks to Juno and Big Dick taking out the majority of their enemies. Now, in New York, there was going to be so much blood to spill. His true savagery, which had been contained for so long, could finally be unleashed. His cock stirred in his pants as he imagined killing people.
“Jesus, he’s smiling... and he has a chubby,” Ace taunted, snapping Maverick out of his fantasy.
He looked down at his crotch and then back up at everyone watching him. He shrugged. “What? You all know how I am.”
There were some nods and sighs, because they did know. At least, the majority of them did.
“Well, get going, boy, and be safe,” Dasan said, then he rose as Maverick did. He walked over to his son and hugged him. “Go say bye to your mom and kids before you head out.”
“What about my boys?” Maverick asked since he was the sole parent.
“Don’t worry. Your mom and I will be watching over them,” Dasan said.
“Okay, cool. Thanks, Dad.”
Maverick hugged other members of his club and his brothers. Before leaving, he did give his kids who were at the clubhouse his goodbyes but promised to be back soon.
“You better come back to us in one piece,” Stacy said.
“I plan to for sure,” Maverick said. “You just stay safe here.”
“We will,” Stacy said and gathered her two kids closer to her side.
“Don’t worry, we’ll help your mom out with the twins,” Rachel said after hugging and kissing Maverick.
“I know you will.” Maverick left the clubhouse to go home to pack. He didn’t bother to pack any extra guns. He assumed they’d have more in New York, but he did have his favorite pistols on him—the custom-made ones. He wouldn’t need to go through security as he was flying private. That made him excited, as he’d never flown in such luxury before.
As soon as he was on the plane, he felt like a king. The seats were Italian leather, polished wood accents, plush carpeting, and A-plus service. Rico knew how to live in style, that was for sure. Maybe now with Richie’s new drug, the Lords would have their own private jet one day. He smiled thinking about the future he was going to do his best to guarantee.
