Miss Rye is going to be out today; her little boy is sick. – Miss Ashley
The headache that Rye woke up with the next morning was horrible. The upset stomach was not any better. But the dry mouth that she had was the worst. Ever.She rolled to the edge of the bed and laid there for a moment. When the urge to throw up subsided, and the floor got still, she sat up and repeated the process. Slowly she made her way to the bathroom door.“Tylenol.” She mumbled to herself as she peed. After washing her hands, she left the master suite and could hear someone in her kitchen.Chance stepped out of the kitchen carrying a plate and a mug. “Hey, duchess, I was about to wake you up. I fixed you some breakfast.”He spoke softly as he moved to the dining room. After setting her breakfast down, he flipped on the lights as he walked over to her.“How’s the head?” he asked leading her to the table.“Hurts.” Rye admitted as she sat down.“Thought it might.” Chance pTrust me. I’ve seen the absolute worst and best of people. – CarlyCarly was a licensed therapist and used various types of animal therapy. She was good at handling injured animals and people. Both physical and emotional. She was also good at reading people and making quick judgements that were usually right.She had a long pink and purple pixie cut and a few visible tattoos. Her work boots had been left on the front porch and she wore thick black socks. The bottoms of her jeans were rolled up concealing the mud and other things from the barns. Her thick khaki jacket hung in the foyer and the long sleeves of her red flannel shirt were rolled above her elbows.Carly smiled at the group in the living room. “Unless you live here, sit down and shut up. Miss Lynch, show me your home, please.”The three lawyers sat at the dining table and went back to work, reviewing the notes and other information that they had been able to pull on such short notice. Karan made Chance sit
I named him after our dad and his mom. – RyeRye sat in the courtroom wearing the gray slacks and purple sweater that Chance had bought her last night. He also bought her a pair of dress boots and a leather jacket. She had argued over it all until he reminded her that it was for Michael. They had gone to several other stores at the mall where they found some artwork and little trinkets that she liked. Then he took her to dinner at the Sombrero, or as his mother called it, big hat Mexican. Chance slipped his hand into hers and linked their fingers. She turned and looked at him. His beard was trimmed, and his long hair was in a ponytail just above his suit collar. He wore a dark gray suit and crisp white shirt. His tie was expertly tied and had small army emblems and his unit patch all over the green silk.Looking at him like this, it was hard to see the biker. He looked like the type of man who would treasure his wife. Spoil his children. Take care of his mom.
Trigg, huge favor. Can you please ask Toad if we can invade his church for a bit tonight? – ChanceThe Saints were filling up the chapel room at the Shack. All the brothers from Pop’s Place and a few from the mother house found places to sit. They were all chatting about everything from bikes to kids to work to why they were there. “Chance tell you what this was about?” Toad asked Trigg as he shook the other president’s hand. They both wore the standard fare for the Saints. Motorcycle boots, jeans and club cut. The main difference was that Trigg wore a black T-shirt with scope sights on it declaring THIS IS MY PEACE SIGN. Toad wore a gray one that his niece gave him. He had tried to hide the Disney frog saying, ‘It’s not slime, it’s mucus.’ Somehow, Molly’s little pretties knew about it and kept asking him to unzip his cut. He wasn’t sure if his wife or niece was behind them knowing.“I wish. He called me from the courthouse and asked for this.” He motioned va
Who the hell am I marrying? – TriggAfter the women left the men to their meeting, the old ladies went to watch their movie. Alana took Michael from her son after the diaper change. He found her surrounded by other old ladies when he brought her a fresh bottle. He kissed his mom and sister on the top of their heads before joining the other Saints from Pop’s Place in the bar. Nessie guided Rye to a small couch by itself. Nessie sat cross-legged facing Rye who sat in the corner with a foot tucked under her. She held a throw pillow in her lap. The last time that she had talked to the redhead, she had said things that scared Rye. She was afraid that the woman could see all of her deep buried secrets.“Yeh don’t love him yet.”Rye was surprised by the bluntness. “No. I don’t.”“Yeh will.” She smiled and took Rye’s left hand in both of hers. “I don’t know if I can.” Nessie moved her fingers over the upturned palm without looking at it. The movement relaxed a
If you’re not going to help support the family, stay silent in your precious closet. – Donna LeighRye was walking home from the bus stop to the cheap apartment in Biloxi when she felt someone following her. Images from a few nights ago of Leigh Anne being held down and raped flashed through her mind.She sped up digging out the single key from her jeans pocket. Just as she reached her stoop, the man grabbed her. He was never in her sight, but his scent and touch would forever be branded in her mind. Whiskey. Sweat. Chewing tobacco. Foul breath. Rough calloused hands. Greasy hair and skin. Fingernails that are too long and pointy. Scratchy facial hair. Her backpack was torn away as he shoved her inside. Rye stumbled as she tried to grab the bag. A large hand shoved her to the floor, and she heard material rip as her shirt was pulled away. Screaming for help, Rye struggled to get away. The man released her shirt to cover her mouth. She bit the man’s finger as h
Welcome to North Star. Chance is going to show you how to saddle a horse and I’ll see you two when you get back. – CarlyAlana gladly agreed to watch Michael anytime Chance and Rye went to see Carly. It did not take long for Rye to discover why Chance had gotten a hatchback. Along with Michael and his carrier was his stroller, diaper bag, and portable bassinet. And that was just for a few hours at his grandmothers house. There was a vague memory deep in the back of her mind of spending a Christmas at her dad's parents house. Her Uncle Bass and his family had been there. But Donna Leigh was not and she couldn't remember why. They built a snowman with their cousins. It was so idealic that Rye had just about convinced herself it didn't really happen. That was the year that both she and Leigh Anne received their bears holding a picture of their dad. That tangible proof had always given her hope of better days.As they drove out to the facilities for the North Star Ranch, Ry
You are more than enough. – Chance Sitting in the small living room like area, clutching the pink pillow to her chest with one hand and barely holding a cup of hot tea with the other, Rye swallowed hard looking at the other woman. What she said could not be accurate. All those times that she failed. That they had to leave because of her. No, she thought, this woman didn’t understand. “You think I’m wrong?” Carly asked and Rye nodded her head. “Why?”“Before my dad left the last time, he made us promise to take of each other.” She whispered hoarsely. “I failed.”Carly sat her cup on the table as she stood up and moved in front of Rye. She gently pried the cup from the other woman’s hands and sat it on the table as she knelt. Clasping the smooth hands in her calloused ones she spoke softly. “How old were you when you made this promise?”“Twelve.” She mumbled. Carly nodded, waiting for Rye to focus on her. It took a moment, but her lavender colored eyes
Of all the assholes in this world, this one got blessed with an angel. I’m the luckiest asshole there is. – ChanceChance grumbled as he made his way to the front door. He found his mother and sister, Evie and Karan. “What time is it?” he asked as the four women entered. “Eight.” His mother said and his sister added “Ish.”“Define nine. Ish.”“Seven thirty.” Karan laughed. “I need coffee.” Chance said making his way past the women and to the kitchen. “Where’s Rye?” Karan asked as they all followed him into the kitchen. “Asleep.” He answered starting the coffee pot and effortlessly making a bottle. Down the hall Michael began to cry. “You’re late, buddy.”“He’s late?” Evie asked as they heard baby giggles. “And I’m leaking.”Chance handed her a box of breast pads from the cabinet with bottles and formula. “Don’t ask. We keep getting them in the mail.”“You’re on the newborn mailing list.” Evie said as she pulled damp breast pads out of
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.