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Chapter 259: Arts & Crafts
Kids have a tendency to ask the questions we don’t want to consider. Thankfully, they are easily distracted with crayons and glitter. – Karan
The two friends watched the woman leave. Karan could feel the stress in Chance’s body. This was the protectiveness that the Saints were known for. The reason that she always wanted one of them here.Karan rested a comforting hand on his back. “Why don’t you take her home?”Chance smirked. “Have you even met this woman? She sleeps on a pull-out couch, drives a piece of shit car with no heater and pays her own way through college. She’s not going to take a day off unless she’s already dead.”“And buried in a concrete vault, because otherwise, Zombie Rye would come to work.” Karan shook her head and Chance chuckled.He turned towards his office and saw that it was empty. “If you need me, I’ll be in Rye’s classroom.”As he headed to the common room through his office, he did not see the knowing grin on Karan’s face. Or heRelated chapters
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 260: Roadside
Don’t know much about European cars. Check with Gearhead, he deals with more specialty shit. – RepoThe kids had been disappointed when Mr. Chance did not come back after lunch. But they finished their cards and Rye laid them out to dry during movie time. They all grabbed their pillow and blanket and laid down. Rye was singing along with Dwayne Johnson when Karan snuck into the room. Carefully walking through, around and over the sleeping mass of children, she made her way over to Rye’s desk.“You okay?” Karan asked softly. “Yeah, I’ve never told her no before.” Rye whispered. “She suffered a lot to keep me safe.”“If you ever want to talk, I’m always willing to listen.” Karan said leaning against the desk. “Not around little ears, even if they are sleeping.” Rye smiled. “Are you okay with Chance?”“I don’t know.” She whispered as her eyes filled with tears. “He’s been a good friend for the last few weeks, and I don’t have many of them. I’ve been
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 261: Keys
You are either the bravest fucking idiot I know or the world record holder of stupidity. Either way, you’re a fucking stupid idiot. – CeltCookie had kissed Karan on the cheek just before leaving. He and his crew had been working weekends and evenings to get the house ready for Rye and not interfere with their regular jobs. This morning he wanted to make sure everything was ready before Rye moved in.When Karan woke up, Cookie and last night’s playmate were both gone. On the nightstand was a set of keys and a note in Cookie’s elegant handwriting declaring that he loved her, and the keys were for Chance. She was talking to Taz when Chance walked in. As he passed by, Karan handed him the keys. He headed straight for the stairs and the room that Rye was staying in. They met on the landing between the first and second floors. Chance could only grin at her. She wore jeans and a pink retro t-shirt with ATL on it. And of course, the practical black nonslip black tennis shoes. If there was
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 262: Goodbyes
We don’t say goodbye. We say see you later. – Michael RayRYE’S MEMORIESIt was Rye’s thirteenth birthday. For September, it was mild. Not that Rye noticed. There was only one thing on her mind. One wish for this day. Her dad.They lived just off the base in Jacksonville. Her mom, Donna Leigh, hated living on base especially when they were in the United States. Both Rye and her older sister attended local public schools. Leigh Anne turned sixteen in July and was the popular party girl. Donna Leigh always said that Leigh Anne was her daughter while Ryanne was completely her father’s child. She even had his gray patch in her mother’s black hair. Whenever she said it, it always seemed like an insult. Especially if Mike was not around. After his death. there was no doubt that is was an insult.Rye was a nerdy good girl. She was an honor student at a magnet high school. She had even skipped the eighth grade going from seventh grade straight to high school. Currently she sat in chemistry
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 263: Moving
We’ll just be here for a little while. Don’t get too comfortable. - Donna LeighRye stood on the front porch of the small white clapboard post-war bungalow. With a bright smile, Karan handed her the house key. Cookie stood behind her, beaming with pride. Rye smiled at them, acting as though nothing had happened earlier. The whole club now knew that her mother was a whore, and she probably was too. There was nothing Rye could do. Tears would do no good. They would not change anything. Rye unlocked the door and walked into the small house. There was a small foyer with twelve-inch tiles of assorted colors and a small gray rug covering the floor. On the right were several hooks with a black bench underneath. On the left was a slim black metal table about four feet high with a pine wood top about six feet long. A gilded mirror hung above on a cream-colored wall. Walking through the arched doorway to the living room, Rye found more of the assorted tiles and cream-colored walls. A large st
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 264: Consequences
I don’t want to be that guy anymore, mom. I want to take a different type of chance this time. – ChanceChance left the clubhouse with no idea of where to go. He cruised the streets of East Vale without any thought. Then he found himself in Ridgeview pulling into the Memorial Hospital parking lot.He had never come on his own. Had never thought about it. But as he parked his bike, he hoped that they would let him in. Carrying his helmet, he went straight to the elevator and then the nursery. Not remembering the weekend nurses’ names, he simply waved as he went by. The nurse at the desk smiled back as she picked up the phone. The door to the back nursery clicked as he approached, and Chance went through. Inside he stowed his helmet, hung up his cut and t-shirt, and washed his hands. Then he went inside and snuggled the little guy against his chest. Nurses came in and checked on their patient. Staff came in and emptied the trash and restock supplies. An aid brought him a bottle. And
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 265: Call
I’m sure he really did mean that you could call him for anything. – CookieChance was playing go fish with four of his cousin’s daughters. Molly and he had a long talk after he had left Alana’s house. Molly gave the advice he always gave. Women will tell you what they want, you just must listen. If they have a problem, they want you to fix, they will tell you; otherwise, shut up and listen. Tell her she’s special, more importantly, why you think she’s special. A long-lasting relationship will have times when you fall out of love each other. The key is not to do it at the same time. Words are just that. Show her how you feel. Now Chance sat at a poker table playing go fish for Hershey bars. He knew better than to challenge any of the girls to pool. Or poker. He was down to two bite size snickers.Molly’s little pretties were ruthless. Chance's phone rang and he was surprised to see that it was Rye. “Hey.”“Chance?” he could hear the tears in her voice. “Priss, come play for me.
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 266: For Sale
Possessions are tangible. The memories of the people are more important. – Miss BeulahRYE’S THOUGHTSAbout four months after Michael Ray died, the family moved to a small apartment. The sisters would now share a room, and everything had to be consolidated. That first move after his death was the hardest. Everything seemed to hold a memory of him. Neither girl wanted to get rid of anything. But they did.Then they moved to Savanah with an old friend of Donna Leigh’s. Even more had to be sold.Sometime while they were in Savanah, things began to disappear. His flag. The golden necklace with his ashes in a charm. The teddy bear holding a picture of Mike. Their grandmothers pearl necklace. Rye had cried herself to sleep when she couldn’t find her necklace from Okinawa. She had asked Leigh Anne about it and their mother heard. Donna Leigh had beat Rye with a belt, screaming that the world did not revolve around her.She still had a small scar on her back where the buckle had ripped open
Devil’s Saints: Taz Chapter 267: Showroom
I make man glitter; furniture is a byproduct of the process. – SticksChance drove the silver hatchback to the old warehouse district in Monroe. He parked next to the brick and glass building that backed up to the river. From this side, you could see the ridge giving the city across the river its name. The sun was setting, and the bright yellows and oranges reflected off the water. As the lights on the businesses and bars came on, these also reflected on the water. They were occasionally disturbed by a small watercraft. It was not quite warm enough for the water skis to be out. Night fishers for trout would be setting up. He remembered going out with his dad and granddad. Smiling, he thought of more recently when he and his brothers would fish off the dock behind the warehouse. They should do that again.With that thought came another. Chance could see it clearly in his mind’s eye. Standing on the back dock teaching a little boy with a gray patch of hair how to bait and cast a line.
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