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Chapter 209: Rescue
Either unlock the door, or I’m going to use you as a battering ram and bash it down with your head. It's your choice. – Tiny
Knuckles led the two large men down the hall to the room that the other man indicated. The door was guarded by a very confused man. Tiny pushed Knuckles towards his son and Micro held the angry man by his arms. Tiny spoke softly to the man who paled and very quickly opened the door. He tripped over himself trying to get out of their way.Rushing inside, Knuckles ignored the father and son as they cuffed the man with zip-cuffs. He was led down the hall and forced to sit on his knees with his back to the wall with other guards.Nessie sat up on the bed and smiled when Knuckles came into the room. He rushed to her and framed her face with his tattooed hands. He scanned her face before he gently kissed her. Her hands held his wrists in a gentle hold.“Are you okay, babe?” he softly asked her.“I’m fine. He never touched me. It was almost like hRelated chapters
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Since neither of my older boys are giving me grandbabies, I’m spoiling this one. – SiobhanCookie and his crew built a house for Nessie and Knuckles on the back side of the compound. He and his crew worked long days on weekends to get it completed before the baby was born. Karan and the girls pulled Nessie into her office and showed Nessie various pictures. At the end, she ended up with a cross between a Scottish cottage and a fairy tale witches cottage. The greenhouse sat between the two buildings. The Flowers came out and planted some trees for them. About a week after moving in, Nessie walked out and found Cookie and Toad looking at her greenhouse. “And what are yeh two up to?” She asked as her uncle pulled her in for a hug.“Just looking to see if we can expand your greenhouse.” He replied resting a hand on her belly. She moved his hand to the top of her belly where the baby was currently kicking her ribs. “She’s turned. Ready to see the world.”“
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Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 216: Numbers
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Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 217: Family Meeting
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