"I know the image of a mob boss leaves cliche images in your brains, but really, it is a win win situation." Tara said after a long pull on the beer. "There are a lot of undesirable elements here, despite the beauty and romance of New Orleans. Not five blocks from my door, young women are being used in the shows against their will. They are drugged, they are forced to sell their bodies. The bosses are in control. You are going to be someone's bitch one way or the other. I just choose to keep my vagina to myself. My 'Boss' is really a good guy, in a lot of ways. He respects his contracts and he expects the respect to be reciprocated."<br/><br/>Bronwyn raised an eyebrow and Tara laughed,<br/><br/>"No, really." she answered.<br/><br/>"His idea of a contract is dealing with that bubble head?" Bronwyn asked.<br/><br/>"Oh, Danny, you mean? Yeah, he is a collector. He is just a wart on the 'Boss'' ass. I know it, He knows it, and he knows that I know it. Some of the women down here, don't. So he gets a little on the side. But he doesn't scare me and if he gets to be too big of a nuisance, the 'Boss' will take care of him."<br/><br/>"and where can I find this 'Boss'?" Mal asked,<br/><br/>Tara laughed and shook her head.<br/>"ooohh, no. I don't mention his name or his location. I can't swim that well."