Every man should have a little girl look at him as if he hung the moon at least once in his life. – RiffraffRiffraff looked at the number on his phone and smiled. Stepping out of the clubhouse he answered the call. “Hey, Angel.”“Hi daddy.” Came from the other end of the line. He had told Taz that he had a daughter. Her name was Angel. She was the light of his world. What he couldn’t seem to tell his 23-year-old girlfriend, was that his daughter was 22.He was too old for her. Every time he talked to Angel, he thought about it again. He was too old for her. But damn, she felt so right snuggled up next to him. And when he held her at night, her body fit perfectly to his. She had sass and a spark in her. There was a drive in her that he admired. “Dad, you zoned out on me.” Angel laughed from her end of the phone. “You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?”He gave a little laugh of his own. “Yes, I was.”“Now I really do wish that I could come home for Christmas. I really want to
MMA fights are literally two women fighting over an accessory that matches no outfit. – PriscillaToad left his office and headed for the gym. Celt had just called him with the date of Taz's first fight. Mid January. At the state capital. Just under two months for her to train. She would not be the main event, but it was her first fight with Bellator. He leaned against the apron of the ring and rested his arms on the bottom rope. After a moment, Kevin called a break and they both went for water bottles in the corners. “Got any plans in January?” After taking a drink, Taz shook her head. “No. Nothing until March.”“So, you are okay with me signing you up for a fight?” Toad asked with a grin.“I have a fight?” she asked excitedly. “You have a fight.” Came the confirmation with a giant smile. Kevin hugged her in congratulations. “Let’s go ahead and call it a day. Go tell Riff.”“Thanks!” she said rolling out of the ring. “Shower!” Kevin called as she disappeared down the hall. Smili
Not all places hold good memories. Not all ghosts are bad. – RiderAll the Saints gathered at the Shack for Thanksgiving. It had the biggest areas, most space and the best kitchen for cooking a large meal. The old ladies always cooked it. This year, Mia, Celt's old lady, was spearheading it. She and Celt had been together for just over a year now. From what he had said during one of their meetings at his office, on black Friday, he and her twins would be shopping. He wanted them there to help pick out an engagement ring. They were a great couple. She too had grown up in the club. She had been shielded from the guys in the club. She still ended up with one. It was a fun time. The club girls would decorate the clubhouse, but kids were in charge of decorating the trees. There was a total of six trees that went up in the common areas. Three in the front room, one in the bar, one in the dining hall and one by the offices. There was also the two twelve feet tall evergreens out front. The
Home is where you go for your family to remind you that they love you. But your choices in life suck. – BruteRiffraff walked out to the sunroom where his grandmother sat. She was 79 and still active with volunteer work and a part time job. She refused to be a blue haired cotton ball, so she had a long gray pixie with hot pink tips. She stayed up to date with the latest trends of make up and her eyes were smoky accenting her almost black deep blue eyes. Her lips were still a beautiful matte red even this late in the day.Currently she sat in a rocking chair with her socked feet resting on a matching ottoman. Her fuzzy socks had cats in Santa hats on them. No slip tread on the bottom read Meowy Catsmas. After the rest of the family had left, she had changed out of her jeans into sweats while Riffraff made spiked hot cocoa. She kept on her ugly Christmas sweater, but Riffraff had stripped his off hours ago. He was back in his blue jeans, boots and cut, with no shirt as usual. He sat do
Nerves. Breakfast of would-be champions. – TazBy New Years their relationship was no longer an open secret. But neither Taz nor Riffraff were certain what the relationship was. Taz was starting to hope that maybe the relationship was going to go somewhere. Riffraff was still fighting with himself. Christmas night, Riffraff had gotten home after she had gone to bed. She was woken up by him gently nibbling on her lips. After a serious make out session, she came on his hand. Watching how he had licked her juices off his fingers, caused a tremor to run down her body. He then gave her a small box. Riffraff sat with his back to the wall with her bare back to his bare chest. He had on Harley Davidson pajama pants that were on either side of her bare legs. The only thing that she wore was the necklace that the brothers from the mother house had given her. In the small box was a bracelet made to look like a motorcycle chain that was an iridescent rainbow. There was a small heart attached t
Just a friendly wager between myself and the governor. – Senator Brennan TullyIt was not a title fight. And other than the ones that came with her, Taz doubted that anyone was there for her. About half the club had come. Patch, Brute, Toad and Trig had all reached out to clubs in the area for places to stay while Kevin and Taz each received a hotel room, with Riffraff staying with Taz.Prior to the fight, Kevin was allowed in the locker room because he was her trainer. Toad was allowed because he was listed as her manager. Celt was allowed because he was her lawyer. Brute, Knuckles and Scrapper were allowed because they were her relatives. However, Riffraff was stopped at the door. Taz held on to his hand, not wanting to be separated from him. But security stood firm. Celt, dressed in a very expensive suit, stepped forward and demanded to speak to whoever was in charge. They all stood there waiting for the Bellator rep and Celt sent several text messages on his phone. “I’m sorry,”
Win or lose, I’m still proud to be your coach. – KevinAfter the three five-minute rounds, it came down to the judges. She lost by two points. Taz was in the shower in the locker room with all the showerheads on. When Riffraff came around the corner, he found her sitting on the floor, beneath the spray, hugging her knees to herself. He made a small gesture and the other men nodded and made their way out of the room. Riffraff stripped out of his clothes and went to join her. No words were spoken between them as he sat down and pulled her close to him. He held her for several minutes, allowing her time to cry and grieve for what she had worked so hard for.“I’m proud of you.” Riffraff eventually whispered. Taz leaned her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around him. Several minutes later, they heard someone clear his throat. “Hey, guys,” Knuckles called out, “Taz has a press conference in five minutes.”“Go dry off and get dressed.” Riffraff said kissing the top of her head
I have all kinds of questions. – PriscillaA little before nine, Taz met Priscilla in the hotel lobby and they went to the conference room that had been scheduled. They would be riding back later today and were both already dressed for the road. Thick denim jeans, club t-shirts, biker boots and leather jackets. Taz still had her hair in the braids from last night. Priscilla had also pulled her hair into a French braid. “I’m pretty sure that your dad is not letting you stay at a clubhouse on the weekend.” Taz said putting her jacket on the back of her chair. “Where did you stay last night?”“With the president’s daughter.” She said getting set up with her little recorder and notebook. The other fighters started to arrive as they continued to talk. Priscilla had gone and checked out the college yesterday morning with her dad. She liked it, but would rather attend the one back home. They had a better mass communications program. Once everyone who had agreed was there, Priscilla thanke
I’m very good at being Sophia. I just don’t like being her. – ShilohThe door to the Shack opened and a large group of men in suits entered with a woman in the middle of their pack. As they moved through the building, the men moved off and took up positions around the large space. The woman stopped in front of Pagan who wrapped her up in his arms.“We’re going to get them back.” She quietly promised.“I know.” Pagan whispered against her neck.She pulled away from him and pressed a kiss to his lips before she turned in his arms. “Werewolf, what do you know?”“They were taken by Aranya. We know where their president is.” He answered.She spoke in Italian, and six men stepped towards Werewolf. “Tell them.”Werewolf nodded and pulled up the map on his tablet. He explained where the Aranya clubhouse was located and what he knew of the buildings. “Don, with your leave?” Nico asked and Sophia nodded.“Yes, bring him to me.” The men turned to leave. “Nico," Sophia warned, "do not spill any
Mother, I’m not sure who you think you are but let me assure you who you are not. – SophiaNico leaned over and spoke softly in Sophia’s ear. “Do not let her take hold again. You are in charge of her. You control her.”Sophia nodded and gave him a small smile. She needed the reminder. Shiloh only had to be Sophia for a little while longer. They were winning the last few hold outs over to their side. There were a few that her mother still had convinced that it should be her stepson to take the position.With Sophia at his side to make it legitimate.Otherwise, he was just another son of just another capo. Elizabeth did not want to admit that she had moved down the ranks of the family. When she had first married Joseph, he had been second in line to the throne. His older brother and wife were both killed only a few weeks after Joseph had married Elizabeth.Joseph would be the next to lead the family. But then, the inner war took place and Joseph was caught in the crossfire. His father,
I don’t give a damn how it’s done. I just want it done. – PaganPagan was hammering out his frustration along with the hot metal on the anvil. It was the second day of the meeting with the family, and he was missing his wife.He couldn’t help the smile that crept across his face when he thought of Shiloh as his wife.When it was confirmed who her family was, he understood why she did not want anyone to know that they were married. Until everything was settled, it could put him and his girls in danger. He didn’t understand everything about her family, but he knew it worked like the Saints.They had a family leader and CEO of the company. Shiloh was Nonno’s only living heir and should take his place. Be the next CEO. But it was not what she wanted.She would do it out of duty and obligation. And Pagan was certain that she would be good at it. Shiloh had a good mind for business and could lead the family and business with very little effort. But her heart was n
If it goes well, you will never have to use your old name ever again. – NicoPagan loved waking up in the morning with Shiloh in bed with him. Most mornings, he woke up with her sucking on his cock. Or his balls. Or moving between the two.This morning was no different. He moaned as his hips thrust up and she took him all the way down to his base.“Fuck, babe.” Pagan growled.She hollowed her cheeks and bobbed up and down on him. His hands fisted in her hair and guided her as she bobbed, and he thrust. Pagan pulled her off him and towards him for a kiss.“I need in you.” He said between kisses.Her hands moved to his shoulders as she moved up his body. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Shiloh wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Moving his mouth to her neck, Pagan guided her onto his cock. “Pagan.” She sighed as his head pressed against her folds, sliding into her slickness. He growled again
I love you, Shy, but if you say you’re going to wear a white dress, I’m calling bullshit. – GertieSaturday after they got married, Shiloh went with some of the other ladies to a bridal shop. Surrounded by so much white and ivory, she and Gertie stood out. They looked at each other and shared a smile before they both busted out laughing.“Yeah…” Karan smirked. “I don’t know if we’re going to find anything for Shiloh here.”“Yes, we will.” Rye assured her as she walked towards the back of the large warehouse style store. The rest of the women all shrugged and followed her back. They weaved their way through racks and racks of gorgeous white, ivory and pale pink wedding gowns. There were large and puffy ones, others that were slim and fitting. And there were yards and yards of skirts, hundreds and thousands of beads. Satin, silk, taffeta and tule.Several of the women stopped to admire a gown or dress here and there. Mia pulled one out and held it in front of her.
I won’t even tell Toad. I’ll just tell him that we got the marriage license. – PaganPagan and Shiloh walked into the Shack holding hands just like they always did on Church nights. Ashlyn ran towards Priscilla to show the teen the new outfit. Alyssa headed for Athos to try to con him into a ride. Pagan was never sure if she was going to try for a ride on the bike, or a horse.Nessie looked at the couple as they came through the door from her usual table between the pool tables and the couches. She grinned at them, and Pagan headed towards her having learned not to avoid her. Nessie always knew way more than she should and said that the ghosts talked to her.Pagan had seen the poltergeist activity. Heard her say things about people that very few knew. “It looks good on yeh.” Nessie grinned at Shiloh. “What?” she asked quietly.“A new last name.”They both were quiet as they stared at her.“Yeh’ll not hear it from me. It’s not me place. We can put it
This is just for you and me. The other wedding will be for our girls. – Shiloh Shiloh walked into the front office of the fab shop and did not miss the loud annoyed sigh from the woman behind the counter. Pagan had told her about Carrianne and admitted that if it wasn’t that she was so freaking efficient, he would certainly fire her.But she kept the shop stocked with the iron and other metals that they needed. The other supplies and equipment were never low. Water and sports drinks were always on hand in the coolers and protein bars on the shelves. Project schedules were laid out with monthly, weekly and daily time allotments. Custom jobs were priced and bid for a hefty profit while not discouraging the buyer. Phones were answered when they had to be, although she preferred emails. And those were responded to within a business day at the most.Pagan knew that she did most of her work while she was at home, and he had no problems with it. Carrianne had told him onc
Most people make the mistake of overcooking the lasagna. – NicoOn the second Saturday of the new year, Nico invited himself over to teach the girls how to make authentic Italian lasagna. He showed up with almost all the ingredients that they would need. As he mixed up the pasta dough, he explained everything to the girls. Pagan and Shiloh sat at the table watching them. “Daddy always just thaws out the lasagna and puts it in the oven.” Ashlyn declared and Nico acted like he was going to die in the kitchen.Shiloh laughed at her cousin as he lay on the floor clutching his heart, mumbling a prayer in Italian. “I’ve made it from scratch before.” Pagan grumbled with a smile.“You never made the pasta.” Ashlyn pointed out.“Or the sauce.” Alyssa added.Shiloh laughed harder. “They have no loyalties to you when it comes to food.”“None.” Pagan agreed as Nico slowly and dramatically stood back up. The girls were helping him as he clutched the cabinet door
I don’t think that you understand your place within this family. – Elizabeth GiordanoPagan and Shiloh spent New Year’s Eve at the Shack while the girls went to a kid’s party over at Chance’s house. He knew that his new wife would not be comfortable with the New Year’s Eve activities and hosted the annual party for the kids. When Pagan had called Chance at ten in the morning, Rye answered the phone whispering.“Hey, Pagan.”“Good morning, Rye. How are the girls?”“Still asleep. Hang on.” Pagan could hear her moving around in their house and then she took a picture. A moment later, his phone chimed as the picture came through and he clicked the speakerphone button before he moved the phone so that both he and Shiloh could see the screen.Chance was lying on his back asleep on the living room floor. He had his niece, Morgan, asleep on one shoulder and Alyssa asleep on the other. He looked happy and content asleep surrounded by a dozen or more club kids.