Linda chuckled with a bemused and condescending smirk on her face as was her nature, far more bold and brash than the more secretive mafia elites, something which led to the club being feared on the streets and holding down a lot of smuggling into the prisons. As she made her ultimatum the woman put her cigarette butt out directly on the wooden table leaving a permanent burn on the table top, dropping the still smoking butt on the floor under the table; clasping her tattooed hands together as she heard the gun hammer click back unflinchingly staying in place making no reach for her own colt 1911 under the right armpit. Looking lazily back towards Rhiannon for a moment before turning back to Rebecca, already knowing her rebuttal opening her mouth to deliver it her eyes darting up and down the woman's body which she had noted was never very bad to look at; that opinion easily seen by her expression. 

"You ain't gon shoot me Rhiannon, summer of love might be over but killing the mother charters President? You know better than that darlin. I just wanted you to remember somethin' Becca The Bastards are here; we ain't leaving bar you or the goddamn Russians. You underestimate us, and there's your miscalculation. Well I'd love to stay and play high and tight asshole, but I've got celebrating to do!!" 

As she finished speaking Linda stood back up, pulling a joint from behind her left ear a black dew rag holding her slight dread locked brown hair out of her face as she lit the end of the substance. Giving the lot a curt nod, she knew the new mans face and the fact he was an arms dealer as well; thats all she needed the club could vote on the rest and the appropriate actions to take. Puffing the smelly dope in a cloud of thick white smoke as she walked out the front doors, back towards her bike her brothers waiting for her on their own respective Harley's chatting up a couple of less than reputable women; Linda snatched one of them by her rear and jumped on her sportster. The girl clambering onto the back behind Linda, the bikes starting with a loud rumble and speeding off with even louder pops; headed back to the BoH clubhouse.