pull their colors.”
“Pull their colors?”
“Disband their club, whatever you want to call it.”
“Will the Bulls let them do that?”
“Let them? No. But if Thad decides that is what he is going to do, they won’t be able to stop him. To let someone take your colors is a mark of shame. They will cease to function as a club. Then they will be rogue. No place to go with no brothers to protect them.
“And if they do give up the killer?”
“Then we will take care of him.”
“And the deal with the guns?”
“I don’t know. If they give up the killer, I would guess we will take the money and probably beat the shit out of a few of them for taking us on, just to drive the point home.”
Eva wasn’t around when Castellino and Thad reached their agreement, but I didn’t say anything. “I hope you’re right.”
She smiled at me. “Don’t worry about Cain. He’s a sweetheart, but he’s a complete badass when he wants to be. He’ll be fine. And when he gets back…” she trailed off, but fanned her face.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s about respect. The Hounds are the top dogs in Dallas. We control all the other clubs in the area. We set the limits, and all the other clubs defer to us. When they get back from putting another club that is getting uppity back into place, they are all walking ten-feet tall. Be ready because Cain is going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. They all are going to be like that. For the next few days, we’re all, club girls and old ladies alike, going to be exhausted and sore as hell, but goddamn is the fucking going to be good!”
I looked at her, trying to believe my ears. “You’re looking forward to this because of the sex?” I tried to keep the incredulity out of my voice, but I wasn’t sure I succeeded. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-three and, no, I am looking forward to it for some payback. The Bulls have been a pain in the ass for as long as anyone can remember. Now, finally, they are going to get what is coming to them. They’ve gone too far this time. It has nothing to do with the sex and everything to do with who we are. The Hounds are respected because we deal squarely with everyone. We don’t start shit and, on occasion, other clubs have even asked us to intervene, to arbitrate, a dispute. But the Bulls? They are just a bunch of thugs and lowlifes. Everyone will be better off with them gone. And I’m glad it’s going to be us that take them down. We owe Boss, Sessions, and John that much.”
“And who will take over from Bulls?” I asked.
“Not us. The Bulls run whores. We don’t do that.”
“I hope you’re right, Eva. I hope you’re right.”
“Don’t worry,” she said brightly. “I’ve seen this three times before. A few of the guys may come back a little beat up, but nothing much worse than that.” She grinned at me. “Then it’s the job of the women to help make them feel better.”
“And if the Bulls don’t play by the rules?”
“We’re not stupid, Alex. There’ll be guys watching. If they start something, they had better be ready to finish it.”
***
Eva and I were still talking when Cain appeared. I didn’t know what to make of Eva, but she was very open about the club and how it worked. Her apparent total disregard for the safety of the Hounds bothered me a little, but she mostly reinforced my opinion that the Hounds, and the rest of the clubs with the exception of the Bulls, had a certain honor among thieves mentality and they worked together to police themselves and maintain the peace between the clubs and the general population.
“Hey, Eva,” Cain said as he appeared. “You ready for some lunch?” he asked me.
“Sure. Eva was just telling me how the Hellhounds are the baddest of the badasses. You don’t seem like such a badass to me,” I teased as I rose and kissed him