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“We should get going,” Akane said, stepping up to Maverick. “We need to go to the Lords’ chapter here and gather more men before we attack. This is a joint mission.”
“How many men are you guys bringing into this?” Maverick asked.
“Ten,” Akane said. “The location we’re going to is rather large. A stronghold of the Torelli family. Once we hit this, we will have eliminated one of our enemies for good.”
Maverick nodded. “I’m all for that. Let’s go.”
“I’ll brief you once we get to the Lords’ chapter,” Akane said, then tossed her long black hair over one shoulder. She led the way and Maverick followed, his eyes on the firm curve of her ass and down the expansive length of her legs. She was almost as tall as him without heels and one inch taller with the heels she was wearing. They got to the underground garage and climbed in the back of another Mercedes. It was their car and two SUVs that pulled out and headed to the Bronx, where the Lords New York Chapter was.
“So, do you have a man?” Maverick asked while the car moved smoothly down the expressway.
Akane looked at him. “Why do you ask?”
Maverick shrugged. “Just wanted to know whose heart I’m going to break once you wrap those sexy long legs around my waist.”
Akane rolled her eyes and settled her gaze on Maverick. “Words don’t move me, actions do. You want to get to my pussy, prove you’re man enough.”
Maverick gave her a crooked smile. “Well then, be prepared to open those legs.”
Akane’s next move was fast and Maverick remained still as the blade of her knife pressed against his throat. “You haven’t earned the right to make demands of me.”
Maverick’s cock was threatening to burst through his pants, it was so hard. The look in Akane’s eyes, one that told him she would totally slice his throat as she smiled sent his lust meter into overdrive. Had he been a tea kettle, he’d be whistling.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” he said.
Akane blinked, her eyes moving from his to his mouth, then to the blade that pinched his skin. She nicked him and he hissed. She then locked eyes with Maverick as she leaned over, licking the drop of blood that flowed from the wound, making Maverick moan.
She pulled back and smiled before putting her knife away. “Actions, Maverick... then words.”
Challenge accepted, Maverick thought.
***
The door to the New York chapter clubhouse opened and Maverick along with Akane and ten of Rico’s men entered. They were expected, so the usual security protocols were waved. A lot of the Lords there already knew who Maverick was, if not personally, then by reputation.
Maverick checked out their clubhouse, it looked like a typical bar on the first floor, black lacquer furnishings and leather, some of it ripped here and there. It was a stark difference from the aesthetic of his clubhouse in Orlando. Every LOC chapter clubhouse was different, depending on who was in control when it was built. Theirs was considered posh because Aiyanna had won the lottery and invested in the construction. Still, the place was a home away from home.
Maverick shook the hands of several members, some with bandages or bruises from their encounters with their enemy. The fight had been a tough one, he could tell. Steven “Striker” Jeffries stepped up to them. He was basically a younger version of his father, Al. Dark mahogany skin, light brown eyes, hair cut in a fade with waves on top, and a body that proved he spent a lot of time in the gym. He was thirty-three and the top enforcer for the New York LoC. To Maverick, that meant he was the deadliest man in their chapter.
“Hey man, good to see you,” Striker said, giving Maverick a hug and the club’s handshake.
Maverick nodded. “Same. How’s Al and Pepe doing?” he asked.
Striker sighed heavily. “Dad and Pepe are doing fine. It’s a good thing both of them were wearing vests. Even still, fucking gun that was used packed a punch. Blew Pete’s brains out all over the fucking place. It also broke a few of Dad’s and Pepe’s ribs. That’s why they’re on the mend upstairs.”
“Shit,” Maverick hissed. “These motherfuckers need to die.”
“Hell yeah. I’m ready to punish these sons of bitches,” Striker said. “We’ve taken some serious hits since all this shit kicked off.”
“How many dead?”
“Too many. We’re going to have to do some major recruiting once this is over. Who’s left is what you see here,” Striker said.
Maverick looked around again and did a mental head check. The New York chapter had fifty members before and now it looked to be twenty-seven left including two prospects. “Fuck,” he whispered, because that was a problem. For a chapter to lose half of its members was cause for serious concern.
“Tell me about it,” Striker said. “We have two members upstairs on guard duty.”
Maverick nodded. “To watch over your dad and Pepe?”
