All Chapters of Reckless Renegades Viper and Pixie's Story: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

3 Months Later Viper Three months have passed and I still can’t get that girl out of my head. I have been getting flashes of our time together. I remember her smile and laugh. I would love to hear that laugh again. I have fucked around with a couple of skanks since I got back to get the girl out of my system. It hasn’t worked. Every blow job I get or every time I fuck one I see the girls face. I swear I can still smell her. And I can hear her moans. It was the best music I ever heard. And when I’m done with a skank I always feel guilty afterwards. Like I did something wrong. I can’t shake that feeling. I have pulled out the ring I now keep in my pocket. It's like I hope it has the answers for how I am feeling. I keep feeling like I’m missing something. But it was just a one night stand. He had hundreds over the years and none had stuck with him like this one had. He can still see her in his mind when he closes his eyes. There was something different about her. I had to clear m

Viper Ace called church for the next day so he could find out all the facts, hear everyone’s stories including Casper’s and look over all the paperwork. Usually I am the only one that can call a meeting but in this case Ace has seniority over me as a founding member. All the patched members head into the room. I’m the last to go in. I don’t even get to sit at the head of the table like I normally do. Ace is running the meeting. I am sitting next to him with Thor across from me. I look around the table at my brothers. Men I could count on to have my back. Several I have known for over ten years. But looking at them now I see disappointment, disgust and distrust. Right now I know I couldn’t count on any of them. I let them all down. Ace calls the meeting to order. “ You all know why we are here. I have looked at the paperwork and talked to those that were present at the time. As you all know this club takes marriage and ol’e ladies seriously. We hold them above everyone else. We don

Pixie Today I have what we joke around and call a light day. I only practice my routines then I help out with Nixon’s hockey kids and work with my figure skating class. I love this part of my day. Watching all the little kids hit the ice. Today’ class is for kids from ages five to eight. They are too cute for words in their hockey uniforms or skating outfits. It makes me ache for one of my own sometimes. Well, a lot of times. I do want to have kids one day. Maybe in a year or two. But in order for that to happen I need a husband. Or at least a boyfriend. And not that good for nothing of a husband I have now. The one who still hasn’t signed the papers. It has been almost two weeks. What the hell is he waiting for? It takes two seconds for him to sign his name. But enough about that for now. I won’t let my mind go there. I have important little people to teach. I see Jax gliding over to me. “ Sabine, are we going to ask today?” he asks. I squat down so I can look in his eyes. “ That

Pixie Today is what we call a light day. I teach my six thru ten year old's class in the morning. Which now includes little Jax. I am so proud of how far he has come in the short time I have been working with him. I don’t often come across natural talent but Jax has it. And I have been teaching seriously since I was sixteen. It is what I’m going to do after I retire from competing. In my world unfortunately you have a shelf life. Whether it is from injury or just getting too old. Yea, that is a thing. Most people don’t last past thirty in the skating world unless they do shows like the Ice capades. Everyone has to have something to fall back on. I have a degree in business but I also minored in physical education. Business really isn't my thing but I figured if I got too injured to skate I would use it. But what I really enjoy is teaching these kids how to skate. I love seeing their faces light up when they master a new move. Like Jax just did when he did a sit spin after only his

Pixie Everyday for a week flowers have arrived at the rink. When they first came I was joking and saying they were for Rocket because the only time I get flowers is after a competition. That was until the delivery guy handed a bouquet of wildflowers so big I couldn’t get my arms around it. Then there was a smaller bouquet of purple carnations. I didn’t understand why I was getting flowers until Rocket pulled a card out of the carnations. All the flowers all week have been from Viper. The front entryway is full of flowers now because we had no place to put them. It looks like a flower shop blew up and landed at the rink. Well, except for the first two. I took those home. But I will have to replace them soon. But I do have plenty to choose from. I broke apart one of the carnation bouquets and gave them to the children’s group to give to their moms. To show the mom’s how much we appreciate them taking the time to bring the kids to practice and cheering them on. They loved it. But after