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phone.
     
    “John, this is Thomas Nakagawa and Will Hampton. I’m here with Asher. He tells us that the Heartless Devils are good with our plan, but I need to hear that from you.”
     
    “We’re backing Asher,” John said through the phone.
     
    “No more rogue?” Will asked.
     
    “No. We’ve settled our differences. He is speaking for the club.”
     
    “And you know the plan?”
     
    “Asher told me. We’ll be there to back the play once the wheels start turning. We’ve had the Trifectas’ and Buccaneers’ backs for more than five years, just like you’ve had ours. We’re not going to turn on you now.”
     
    Thomas and Will looked at each other and Will bobbed his head. “Good enough. It’s been a pleasure doing business with you,” Thomas said then ended the call and handed the phone back to Asher.
     
    “Satisfied?” Asher asked.
     
    Will nodded again. “Yeah. You are either the luckiest son-of-a-bitch I have ever met, or the best bullshit artist I have ever met. I’m just not sure which.”
     
    “Maybe both,” Thomas added. “I wouldn’t have given a nickel for your life. If someone were to do that to my daughter, I would slit his fucking throat.”
     
    “Do you have a daughter?” Asher asked. Thomas appeared to be too young to have children old enough to worry about that.
     
    “No, not yet. But if I do.”
     
    “Don’t say that too quickly,” Asher said with a grin. “Jenny is the one that was really kicking ass when we went in. She basically told her old man they were done if he didn’t back off.” Thomas and Will looked at each other a moment. “I know what you’re thinking,” Asher continued, becoming more serious. “John was just twisted up, is still twisted up, after the death of his wife. But he’s coming around. Don’t do anything stupid, okay? We all have it pretty good. Let’s not fuck that up by getting greedy. Make no mistake, the Devils are hurting right now because our President is hurting, but we are ready to defend what’s ours.”
     
    “We got it,” Thomas said. “But we need John’s head in the game.”
     
    “We’ve got it covered,” Asher assured the two men.
     
    Asher, Thomas and Will spent several hours refining their plan. Will was still working his contact in the Demonios de Sangre, gathering a few bits of information at a time to build the complete picture. He complained bitterly about his task even as Asher and Thomas laughed at his exploits. It seemed the Demonios chick he was fucking was not only kinky, but an exhibitionist, as well, and liked fucking in locations where they might get caught. She would only give up information while they were banging their brains out, and only then if he were indulging her in one of her kinks.
     
    “Seriously? You broke into an abandoned motel and did it in one of the rooms? Why didn’t you just rent a room?” Asher asked after he stopped laughing.
     
    “Because then we wouldn’t have been fucking on the floor in a rat infested shithole and she wouldn’t have had to worry about the cops showing up. Once this is over, I’m dumping this crazy bitch. Now that she’s had it beside a road, in a public bathroom, and in a crime scene, she wants to have a ‘fuck fight’ in the swamp.”
     
    “What the hell’s a ‘fuck fight’?” Thomas asked, his face twisting as he began to shake his head.
     
    “She wants to ride way the hell out somewhere, get naked, and fuck. Best two out of three. First one to come loses, then we go again and the last one to come loses. Then, if it’s tied up, we fuck again until one of us gives up or can’t go anymore. I don’t want to do this! The fucking gators and mosquitoes will eat us alive.”
     
    Asher chuckled again. “Thomas and I appreciate you taking one, or several from the sound of it, for the team, but we need this information. You’re sure the Demonios are in bed with Hamasaki?”
     
    “As sure as I can be, but for all I know, she’s is