Rubble sighed, sinking into his chair. This was not what he signed up for as the Club’s V.P. The Hell Hounds didn’t often go to war. There usually wasn’t a need to and when they did, Gus had always been present to make the call. But now, Gus was away and Rubble was in the hot seat.
His phone buzzed. Picking it up, he saw it was Gus. Not surprising considering everything that had happened. Rubble answered it with a sigh, “I figured you’d call.”
“So, you got Zero’s message then?” Gus replied.
“And Crow’s too,” Rubble grunted. “He said it didn’t take much to get those two kids to sing. He was actually disappointed.”
“As well he should be. That whole club is a disappointment. Psycho and Judge said the same thing about the people they had to take care of the other night.”
“So, how does al
