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Something was going on in Yìchén's body as he leaned on the man who stirred so many passions within him, but at the moment, lust was rearing its sinful head. Yes, lean on Chen, he would. Anything to be this close to him.
Chen knew exactly what he was doing. He knew full well what feelings the boy had for him. He'd use them to his advantage too. He had plans for Yìchén. By the time he was done with him, he'd be just as badass as Li was. For now, he put his interest in Jun De, as he wanted to see what the new bodyguard was made of.
Chapter four
Jun De Valentino
Jun De Valentino removedhis 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 heremoved 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 acceptit. 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 themoment 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.”
