The third gang was the most powerful and would be the biggest challenge for John to overcome. They were known as the Yankees. Not named after the baseball team of the same name. These were ruthless, racist, white supremacists who harkened back to the days of the civil war. They often wore full white robes during their meetings, not unlike the KKK. They only dealt with true blooded white Aryan prostitutes. They felt mixing of the races was unclean and wouldn’t allow any of their female workers to be of mixed race. And they wouldn’t allow their hookers to have sex with men of other races. They would perform public lynchings in the streets of New York if they got wind of anyone violating their strict rules on race mixing. They were bitter enemies of the Backstreet Thugs and wanted them out of New York. John thought he might be able to use this to his advantage, working both sides against each other. But his first target was going to be the Indians. He wanted them out of the way so he was able to concentrate on the bigger fish.
John knew he was going to need to muscle up, so he called up the entire security team from his father’s office and brought them together for a meeting. He told them his plans and how he wanted them to be his enforcers. He promised them millions if they would help him. He promised them positions of power. Some of them were disgusted by the proposition and left the room. But the others stayed and listened to his plans intently. They wanted in. For them to be successful they were going to need the best guns, the best body armor, and the best equipment. This wasn’t a problem for John. The money was rolling in daily from his family’s business which was basically on autopilot. Whatever they needed he told them to go out and buy, basically giving them a blank check.
John knew the time was perfect to strike at the Indians. Chief Baseball Cock was in town at their Pow Wow club on Third Street. John just had to get inside and he could take him out right then and there. There wouldn’t be a need for a drawn out war or a gun battle. Once they lost their true-blooded Apache leader the rest of the organization would fall and John could move in to take them over. All he had to do to get into the brothel was pretend he was a client. Not a problem. John hadn’t been laid in 5 days which was something of a record for him. He had been too busy planning his ascension to power and getting his team equipped and ready for action. He was so horny his cock was throbbing just thinking about the chance to fuck a Native American whore.
He walked up to the club and gave the traditional “How” sign to the door man. This let them know he was legit. Once inside the Pow Wow club he was greeted by an old Indian man wearing a feathered headdress. He was about 5 foot 2 and looked to be over 90 years old. “How, white man! Which one of our squaws suits your fancy tonight?” barked the old man. John looked up and seen a lineup of attractive Native American hookers assembling before him.
