The Devil in Her Soul(2)
“Yes, father, but do you think that is wise? The Heartless Devils may rally to support Asher if we attack him directly.”
“Wise? Perhaps not. Necessary? Yes. I suspect the Heartless Devils, Trifectas, and Buccaneers have combined their forces against us. With only the Demonios de Sangre as our agents, we have little hope of completing what we have started. We must strike now, before their bond becomes too strong to overcome. The bounty will allow us to see if the Heartless Devils have truly declared Asher rogue or it is merely another gambit. I have underestimated the Devils. I won’t make that mistake again.”
Mikio nodded. He didn’t smile, but the news delighted him. He had always thought the most effective way to control was through terror and blood. All this maneuvering behind the scenes left him restless and fidgety. They had tried it his father’s way. Now they were going to try it his way.
“I will see to it immediately,” Mikio said as he nodded in respect and turned away to attend to his duties, a smile forming on his lips. He could feel his manhood stiffening at the thought of the coming conflict. Yoshiko had better be ready because he was going to fuck her into submission later, after he had put his plans into motion.
Chapter 1
Jennifer Carter and Asher Lowe were sitting in a small restaurant in the Little Haiti area of Miami, part of the Trifecta’s territory, trying to enjoy their lunch. They were living day to day, moving every few days to a new motel. Jenny’s father, the president of the Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club, was looking for them, and they knew it was only a matter of time before he found them.
Asher still had friends in the club, friends who had kept them apprised of developments. He had been declared rogue and they were urging him to come in and tell his side of the story. But being branded as rogue, a member intentionally working against the best interest of the club, was serious business. If he failed to sway the club, he would be leaving the clubhouse in a body bag. With everything he and Jenny were involved in, he couldn’t take that chance and leave her unprotected. Not until the Hamasaki problem was resolved, the same problem that John Carter, Jenny’s father and President of the club, seemed intent on ignoring. Once that problem was resolved, then he could take his chances with the club.
A loud motorcycle roared past outside and Asher’s eyes flicked to the window. Jenny saw him stiffen and then relax when he realized it wasn’t a member of his club. She felt terrible for him. He had given up so much for her—his club and his life in it—all so she could exact revenge for her mother’s death. Less than a week ago she had paid that debt. When she was unable to pull the trigger herself, Asher had completed the task for her. Immediately afterwards she had felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders, but since that time, a weight of a different kind had fallen on her. The weight of guilt. She was a murderer as sure as if she had pulled the trigger herself.
He had tried to comfort her, but her mood swung wildly from deep guilt to flaming passion. Last night she had cried in great heaving sobs over what she had done, then she and Asher had violent, passionate, sex as she tried to forget what she had done and burn it from her memory with white-hot desire.
Asher placed his sandwich in the basket and reached across the table to take Jenny’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You okay?”
She shook herself and returned from the dark recesses of her thoughts. “Yeah. Sorry. Every day it gets a little easier.”
He squeezed her hand a bit harder then released her. “You need to let it go. You didn’t do anything. Nothing! It was all me. I—” he looked around to make sure no one was listening but lowered his voice all the same, “—shot those men, not you.”
“That doesn’t absolve me of the guilt, Asher. You did it for me.”
“I did it for your mother,” he said firmly. This was the same ground they had covered several times already. Jenny was hearing but she wasn’t listening.
She stared at her half-eaten sandwich. “So you say.”
“Because it’s the truth.”
“Yeah,” she murmured. There was little difference in the law in accessory to murder and murder itself.
“Any man who would kill a woman in cold blood like that, without even questioning the order, deserves everything they get.”
“Yeah. I know. But…”
“But, nothing! The world is a better place for what I did.”
Jenny looked up and met his eyes. Once again the calm assurance she saw there comforted her. “You believe that?”