You will always be my son’s little girl. No matter what. – Roscoe“Here, little girl.” Roscoe said hoarsely as he shoved a joint and lighter into her hand. With a watery smile, she asked her father-in-law, “What would Willie do?”He gave a little chuckle. “He’d take a deep breath, and he’d hold it and then he’d let it all go.”“Exactly.” She lit the joint and then took a deep draw on it, closing her eyes as memories flooded through her. There was no coughing, no harsh breathing and no odd faces. She let out her breath and then took another draw.Opening her eyes, Evie handed it over to Cookie who took a light pull on it. She shook her head at him and then let out her smoky breath. “Take a deep breath, son. This is not some cheap shit." The Renegades president said as he flung an arm around Evie’s shoulders. “That’s Renegades blend you have there.”With that he led Evie away from the crowd. “Are you happy, little girl?”“I am, Roscoe. They are good to me.”“Are they good men?”“Do y
Dad, you need to come and meet her men. Bring Roscoe. They need your blessing so she can move on. – LawTank and Ink had been kind with the man who looked like Cade in Evie’s pictures. They had allowed the older man to walk around with their woman. But the instant she got on the back of the other man’s bike, they both lost it.Cookie, Law, Riffraff and the musketeers were holding them back. Porthos let go of Ink and ran inside. A few minutes later, Trevor ducked out of the door. Clamping down on both of their shoulders, he yanked them back slightly. The Renegades had their hands on the now exposed side arms. Toad stood between the two groups trying to regain control. “Stand down, Renegades.” Roscoe said stepping up beside Toad. “What the hell is your problem?”“That’s our woman your man just took off with.” Ink spat out. Tank was silent and the Saints knew that he was on the verge of losing his shit.“You don’t want her being with anyone else, put a patch on her. You don’t want her
I don’t care how many men you have. They just need to treat you right. – IsaacIsaac pulled off to a little rest stop and parked in front of the pavilion. Evie swung her leg over the bike and took her helmet off. As they pulled out, she caught a glimpse of her men as they panicked.She needed to let them know that she was ok. “Eves? You okay?” Isaac asked concerned. “Give me just a second, daddy.” She said but didn’t walk away. He considered not listening, but listened anyway.“Hey, baby. No, I’m fine. I’m at the rest stop with my dad. I need to talk to him. They’ll probably give you hell. Yeah, you can give them some too. Just not too much. Okay, baby. I’ll be back to you and Ink in just a few.” She gave a little giggle. “Okay.” She said huskily. “I probably should be punished for that. Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”Isaac watched as she hung up the phone and then held it to her chest. Her eyes were closed and there was the barest of smiles on her relaxed face.“You’re happy?”Nodding
Never thought I’d want one of my girls to be property. – IsaacThe group had moved inside the clubhouse and were sitting at some tables pulled together in the bar. Tensions were still high. But they had all relaxed. At least no one was currently plotting to kill anyone else. Every time the front door opened, Tank and Ink looked for Evie. Finally, she walked into the bar holding her dad’s hand. Unable to contain themselves, they both rushed to her.Isaac stepped out of the way as they both hugged and kissed her. He stepped away from his daughter and towards the Renegades. “Reed.” Her father said. Reed nodded before leaving. It was not long before he returned with a flat black box about twelve inches square. Sitting back down at the table, he passed the box to Isaac. “Eves,” Isaac said with his voice cracking. “We need to talk. Bring your men.”Tank wrapped an arm around her waist and Ink still held her hand as they approached the table. When they sat down in chairs next to each oth
You made them happy. Even if you never wear it again, remember how much they loved you. – ReedIsaac kissed his daughter on her forehead and then pushed her back towards her men. Isaac turned and picked up the box off the table. Aa he handed it over he met both men’s eyes before releasing the box. “If you decide to put a ring on her finger, let me know. I’d like to walk one of my daughters down the aisle.” He sighed. "They have a tendency to elope."Evie smiled as she ducked her head. “We will.” Tank said as Ink nodded accepting the box. He removed the lid and they looked at the collar inside. There was a semicircular solid piece of silver that was about a half inch around with a two key lock in the middle. The rest of the collar was three braided fine silver chains. On the chains were two small golden hearts that were free to move about. There were two silver chains that could be attached to the back. They would hang to just above her bra line, peeking out from beneath her hair.
A guy approached me and tried to dominate me. I tied him to a cross and showed him who was boss. I think I’ll marry him. – TammieLaw was the last one through the door at Chainz. He insisted that he was not in the lifestyle. Had never taken a sub, nor had he ever been dominated. But he stayed up to date with his tests and never let his membership lapse.He didn’t participate. But he did enjoy a good scene from time to time. As long as it wasn’t his parents or sisters. All of his sisters, except for Evie, were dominates. Even Cassie who was a switch was more dominate than submissive. Maybe it was because he had grown up around it that it still held his interest. Just not enough to do more than watch. He had taken advantage of some company at Demons in Austin. And when he wanted to do something more than vanilla, the women were always willing. That was the majority of the time. He liked it rough and hard. But he wanted a very active partner. He didn’t like for them to be tied. On occ
I have a hall pass and not afraid to use it. – RoscoeSunday afternoon the Renegades sat in the Saints bar with several Saints and bunnies. The bunny that Evie had approved for Roscoe sat in his lap looking at his cut with a look of confusion. “What’s wrong?” Roscoe asked the blonde. She was tall and skinny, with a tiny waist and large implant breasts. She wore a short black skirt, a skimpy red top and black heels. He told her to leave everything else off. It was just in his way. She turned her deep brown eyes toward him. Her blonde was from a bottle and her dark roots were beginning to show. He thought that she would look better with her natural brown hair against her olive skin, and had even told him so. She had just smiled with those full red lips and told him that wasn’t what men expected with club bunnies. He got the same response when he suggested toning down the dark makeup. With a quizzical look, she stated, “You don’t have names.”“Sure, we do. And you sure as hell knew h
St. Valentine. Patron Saint of love. You realize that we’re celebrating his execution, right? – Priscilla“Miss Lowery, I do like your paper on St. Valentine.” Evie said as a way of starting her last class of the day. “Very detailed information on his execution.”“Sorry, Miss. I was a little upset when I wrote it.” Priscilla explained. She didn’t want to admit that she was upset with one of the guys in class. He had asked her out and she had mistakenly thought that he was interested in her. When he pulled into a seedy motel for their date, Priscilla knew that she had been wrong about him. She had excused herself to the bathroom and called Camille. Ten minutes later, Athos had arrived at the door with Trevor, Tank and Molly. She had gone home, embarrassed and upset, and wrote her paper. The Saints never touched him. They didn’t have to. Tank knew the boys father and he arrived shortly after them. The door opened and the musketeers walked in. “Sorry, Miss, newspaper.” They all three