Just say what you feel. You’re saying it to me. Fuck everyone else. – Chance
Rye looked at Chance as they stood before his president wearing dark jeans, a light teal oxford shirt and his cut. He had even bought a new pair of lace up motorcycle boots. Chance had replaced the standard black laces with custom bright teal ones. Admittedly, he liked the way it looked. What he liked even more was the way that her face lit up when she saw him changing the laces.With Rye, it was the little things that meant the most. The small gestures that told her she was important to him. He knew it had been a long time since she believed that she was important. It was his mission to make sure that she knew that she was very important to him.Chance couldn’t wait to see what she would do when Gremlin tattooed her name on his ring finger later. He knew she wasn’t ready for a tattoo of her own just yet. Someday, she would be ready, and he couldn’t wait to see a property tattoo on her back.What happens between us, is no one else’s business. Fuck them. – ChanceThe simple white cake with pink and teal decorations was cut. The bride and groom fed each other bites. When Chance leaned in to nibble icing off her lips, there were a few catcalls. Rye blushed and Chance whispered encouraging words in her ear. The whole time, Priscilla was snapping pictures with her digital camera.The groom’s cake was cut, and Chance fed a piece to Trigg. The older biker was happy to be getting cake. “That’s it? Just one bite?” Trigg grumbled with a giant smile.“I didn’t marry you.” Chance laughed. “Get your own damned cake.”Although he continued to grumble and complain about the lack of cake, he was obviously happy for the couple. Part of the patio had been cleared off and Anthony led Rye out to the makeshift dance floor. It had been difficult to pick a song. No one wanted to play a song that was obviously for a father daughter dance. But they didn’t want to pick just
Mr. Chance, I thought you were going to wait for me so we could get married. – ElizabethWednesday Chance went back to work so that he could get payroll done. Karan returned the same day. Rye was off for the whole week and spent most of the time catching up with her family. That night, Tilly was teaching Rye how to make chicken cordon Bleu in the kitchen. Every chance they got, they were in the kitchen with Tilly teaching her how to cook or bake. Slowly, Rye’s confidence was building in the kitchen. The boys had said that they had gone to go help Chance with something and had left around five. The three of them were quite mysterious about it. Geo had simply grinned like a fool and promised that she’d like it. Anthony walked into the kitchen carrying a still full bottle and a very upset Michael. It was well past the time that Chance was usually home and fed the baby his evening bottle.“I don’t know what to do.” He said admitting defeat. “Chance should be
You’re about to get kicked out of here. Stop this bullshit. – SidScott and Tony went home on Thursday as they both had to go back to work. Tilly and Anthony flew out the next Saturday. Geo stayed having decided to transfer to the local university. And to prospect under Trigg. He didn’t mention that part to his parents until they called to say that they had arrived home. Monday night the two men rode their bikes to the clubhouse and Rye took Michael in her car. Sid and the other old ladies loved seeing the baby. Rye was opening up more and more, no longer feeling like she needed to be prepared to run.Sid was rocking a sleepy Michael and Rye went to rinse his bottle. She was putting the bottle back together when she heard someone enter the kitchen wearing heels.“What are you going to do when he gets tired of coddling you? A man like Chance needs to fuck.”“Our relationship is none of your business.” Rye said, trying to sound confident. “Sure, it
I’m going to make the suggestion to you first, we may discuss it in couple therapy next week or so. – CarlyIt was the second Thursday after the confrontation at the clubhouse. Rye had talked to Carly about how it felt more like playing house than being married. Carly had made some suggestions for her. “Start small. Invite Chance to sleep with you. Let him know that it’s going to be platonic, nothing physical.” Carly had said it as if it would be normal for a wife to make this request. “He knows your fears. He understands them. Be patient with yourself. They may be small actions, but they are big steps for you.”Rye had thought about those words a lot over the last few days. Once again, they were rattling around in her brain. Along with her insecurities and fears. For once, curiosity and want were bigger than the fears.Currently, she was laying in the large bed tossing and turning, with sleep eluding her. The soft teal and pink floral print comforter seemed heavy o
I envy you, baby sister. You have a future. I’ve seen where I’m headed. – Leigh AnneChance looked up when he heard the lobby door open notification from the alarm. Rye had her interview with the principal today. At Karan’s insistence, she had taken the day off. But had promised to come by when it was over.Instead of Rye, he saw another familiar face. It was almost skeletal under the bruises. She was having a tough time keeping herself upright. “Leigh Anne, are you okay?” Chance asked walking out to her. Karan stood in her doorway, phone in hand. As expected, it rang, and she told the Wolf Pack rep that everything was fine. “You’re baby sister’s friend.”“I’m her husband, Chance.” He said gently. They had been married for about a month. Sharing a bed for a week. It still thrilled him to say that he was married. “Good. She deserves a good guy. A good future.”“So do you. We can help you.”“Can you?”“There’s a treatment facility that
Sobriety is for quitters and I’m not a quitter. – Donna LeighRYE’S MEMORIESThe cop followed Donna Leigh home. Leigh Anne had gone to the food bank the day before. Both girls had cleaned the apartment; meaning they poured out the alcohol and flushed the drugs. When the officer walked through the apartment, it appeared to be a normal home. Not the house for a drugged-out whore and her two teenage daughters. Leigh Anne told him that it was their parents’ wedding anniversary. They convinced him that she was not typically like that. They painted a picture of a kind and loving mother. A grieving war widow.In a moment of desperation, Donna Leigh said that they were moving in with her cousin. It was three in the morning, so he didn’t make her call Anthony. But he said that he would be back before nine and wanted to talk to her cousin. At seven, a somewhat sober Donna Leigh called her cousin Anthony. He had always said that he would help them. Readily, he a
Honey, if you trust him, you’re halfway there. Now, just trust yourself. – KaranIt was the third Thursday of July, just after Chance left for the daycare to go to his veterans’ group, when Rye got a call from the principal, Mrs. Mason. Hiding her excitement, she agreed to the teacher position for a kindergarten class. She would be with the teacher for the first semester and then have the class on her own for the rest of the year.After that call, she called Alana and Geo and invited them to dinner. She had also called the clinic and checked on Leigh Anne. So far, she was doing well. The doctor expected that visitors would be allowed next week. Rye was in the kitchen cooking meat for tacos. Music played on the TV. Michael sat happily in his bouncy seat with his toys dangling from the bar above him.Chance stood unnoticed and watched as she danced around the kitchen. After setting the meat aside to drain, she leaned over the baby on the floor to sing the next line of
Never thought I’d say these words to my mother. Thank you for buying lingerie. – ChanceChance walked out of the bathroom and found Rye in the bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. She looked so innocent like that. He had to remind himself that despite everything that she had been through, she was still very innocent. “Are you shy?” he asked, approaching the bed. “I love you in my t-shirts.”She blushed but never took her eyes off him. He chuckled softly as he pulled back the comforter. Suddenly, he was choking on his laughter as lavender lace came into view. Pulling the teal and pink gloral blanket off her, he sucked in a deep breath. “Ryanne.” He sighed out. “I don’t have the strength to walk away-”“I don’t want you to.” She whispered. “I want you to… fuck me.”“No.” he whispered back as he settled into the bed next to her. Caressing her cheek, he smiled at her. “I’m going to make love to you.”“What’s the difference?”“Fucking is just to ge