Tara sighed.<br/><br/>"Devin. I get street living. Been there, done that. But here, at the Inn, everyone here is family. Kapeesh?"<br/><br/>The kid dropped his eyes and nodded his head.<br/><br/>"But what am I supposed to do for money?" he asked, his lip trembling.<br/><br/>Tara laughed.<br/><br/>"Out in the Quarter, they are all open game, just like before. but once someone passes these doors they are family. If you see them out on the street, they are still family. What is the family rule?" Tara asked, squinting her eyes at him.<br/><br/>"The Boss says that family must be protected and never harmed."<br/><br/>"Who is family?" she asked as if doing a catechism.<br/><br/>"The Boss says family is anyone he says or his agents say."<br/><br/>"Who is the Boss's agent here?" Tara asked, fixing him with a stern eye.<br/><br/>Devin looked around and then shrugged.<br/><br/>"I am," Tara said, rolling back her sleeve to expose a neat tattoo of a clover with an A printed inside..<br/><br/>Devin's eyes grew round and he gulped.<br/><br/>"Okay, okay. Ummm, can I still stay? " he asked.<br/><br/>Tara glanced at Bronwyn as she pulled down her sleeve. She nodded.<br/><br/>"Sure. Just remember the rules"