club.”
“I thought returning the colours was a nice touch.”
“That showed class, but it will only be T-Bone and Booger’s colours that will be kept and held in respect.”
“Are you still national president?”
Damien smiled and said, “Yeah, I got it. I think you turned the tide on that one. They figure that if you acted that way out of respect for me, then maybe I was doing a good job.”
“Sounds like you owe me one.”
“I don’t owe you fuck all! I reiterated what you said, that Wizard and Rolly took their orders from someone outside the club. Thumper was a weasel. It gave everyone something to think about. If anything, my two cents’ worth may have saved your life.”
“How close a vote was it? On letting me live?”
“It was unanimous. Everybody out there is clear on the rules. Wizard, Rolly, Thumper … they broke the rules.”
“That’s good they respect the rules. Too bad Sid Bishop doesn’t.”
“The trouble with guys like him is they’ve never been educated on the street. They don’t know how to survive.”
“So where is he?”
“Fuck, you think I’m going to tell you? Give your head a shake!”
“You were the boss when all this took place, and you are still the boss. That makes you accountable. He messed with the people I love. You can’t ride the fence on this.”
“You don’t fucking tell me what I can do or what I can’t!”
“Then as far as I’m concerned, if you don’t tell me, you are breaking the rules, and I’ll hold you responsible.”
Damien stabbed his finger into Jack’s chest and roared, “You have the gall to threaten me? Right here in my own house?”
Strikers immediately appeared on the stairs and Damien yelled, “I didn’t call you guys! Fuck off!”
Jack waited until they were alone and said, “I’m not threatening you. Just reminding you about the rules.”
Damien studied Jack closely, then shook his head and said, “Our rules say that we never help the police. You arrest him and I’d lose respect. Think you know what that means. Unlike you, I don’t believe in putting myself or my family in jeopardy.”
“My family is top priority to me, too.”
“Then get your priorities straight! Walking in here this afternoon … you let your emotions rule you instead of your brain. Leave now and count yourself very lucky!”
“I want to know where Sid Bishop is!”
“You don’t listen, do you? I will never help the police!”
“Who said anything about helping the police? I’m talking about me.”
Damien looked exasperated. “You are the police.”
“Do you remember the night you met me in that construction site, when you said that you and I were in different clubs, but in some ways we were very much alike?”
“I remember.”
“I was wrong to think we weren’t. You’ve opened my eyes. Neither of us would be alive if we went by the rules that govern the rest of society.”
“What are you getting at?”
“It makes me sick, but I’m admitting that you probably know me better than anyone else. You know I don’t plan on arresting him!”
Damien looked at Jack for a moment, then said, “Still no reason to help you.”
“I’m in a good position to return you a favour someday.”
Damien paused, then said, “So you’ll be Sid’s replacement?”
“Not exactly. Call it rules of honour and respect. If we play by our rules, both you and I, and our families, should be around for a long time. It’s wise to invest in the future.”
Damien stared at Jack long and hard, then said, “You would owe me. Owe me big!”
chapter forty-two
“Buenas noches!” said Natasha, unconsciously feeling her wedding ring as she walked out on the balcony. The Mexican sun was touching the top of the Pacific Ocean, and the afternoon breeze was starting its daily venture from the water to the mountains behind them.
Jack was peering through binoculars but put them down before kissing Natasha warmly on her neck. “Thought you were going to take a shower,” he murmured, before kissing her again.
“Came out to see if you would be kind enough to soap my back.”
Jack chuckled, then said, “With pure, unadulterated pleasure.”
Natasha gestured to the binoculars and said, “When you said you were bringing the binos to look for whales, I had no idea that you would abandon me to do it. You need to get your priorities straight!”
“Priorities? Who … where did you get that from?”
“What do you mean?”
Jack paused, then said, “Nothing, just sounded like something someone else said to me.”
“A woman?”
Jack chuckled. “No. Definitely not. After being your love slave all week, I needed a few moments to regain my strength.”
Natasha smiled and said, “You are so bad.” She looked down the mountain toward the ocean. Below the mountain in front of her were several homes with swimming pools. The homes were built in traditional Spanish style, with red tile roofs and surrounded by white plaster walls that cut through groves of palm trees. Beyond that, she could see the brilliant white crests of the ocean waves breaking out from the deep blue waters.
“It is so beautiful,” she said. She waved to a Mexican family who were heading down to the ocean with small circular fishing nets to throw in the waves. They waved back.
Jack had said that the area was virtually untouched by tourists. He was right. The local populace had not become contaminated by outside influences. Everyone was friendly, but at the same time, privacy was respected. She could not have wished for a better place for the first week of their honeymoon.
Tomorrow they were to continue the second leg of their honeymoon to a more popular and festive resort in Costa Rica. She wished their honeymoon could go on forever.
“I’m glad we came here first,” said Natasha, wrapping her arms around Jack. “It’s so quiet and peaceful. Have you enjoyed it? Do you feel relaxed yet?” she asked, looking deep into his eyes.
“What makes you think
