I made them for you. It’s about time you got them. – ReedTank was holding Evie’s hand against his chest so that the rings did not show. She was a bit confused about it, she wanted to go show it off, but he was adamant that they wait for Ink. Both of their phones chimed and Tank smiled down at her. “What are you up to?” She asked pulling her phone out of her back pocket. “Still your birthday, luv.”She opened the picture and gasped as Ink joined them. With tears in her eyes, she pulled her men to her.“Damn!” Law called from across the room. “Would you three please call the parents?” he looked at his phone as it chimed again. “Sweet Jesus. Now I have the sisters.”The phone in his hand began giving a warning to take cover due to incoming enemy fire. “God bless you four.” Law said dramatically as he answered the video call. Then he grabbed the first female he saw and shoved his phone into her hands. “I’m not dealing with them, go be girly.”All four of his sisters on the call infor

I have no intention of sticking around this piss ant town. But I plan to come back to it. – AthosThere was a horrible sound that was intruding on his sleep. The cause of this sound must suffer. Slowly. Painfully. Ink rolled over and picked up the phone and answered without looking at the screen. He gave a very groggy grunt as a greeting. Whoever was calling him this early, better have damned good reason. “Ink, it’s Isiah.”Three words. That’s all it took to wake him up. Three simple words that let him know something was wrong. A damned good reason. “What’s wrong?” he sat up in the empty bed and tried to remember why Evie wasn’t there. Teacher in-service training. School would start in a few weeks. They had training today and she and Law were going to paint her classroom tomorrow. “Where’s my daughter?” the man demanded and Ink heard engines revving up.“Teacher in-service at the high school.” He got out of bed and headed for the closet.“What about Tank? And Law?” some of the eng

Why couldn’t I have a cool teacher like you? – LawAll of the desks and chairs had been moved to the hallway while they painted the cinderblock walls. After several requests, teachers were finally allowed to paint their classrooms. But the school, nor the district, would pay for it. Evie could afford to pay for it. But other teachers could not. Teachers did not get into the profession for the pay. She had a professor who once said that teachers were the most important profession with the absolute worst pay. Truer words had never been spoken. Last month, Law had agreed to help set up her room. It was before Evie knew that she could paint it. Like a good brother, he didn’t back out.Athos was also helping. At first, she had questioned why he would want to spend the day at the high school that he had recently graduated from. But his enthusiasm to help and sense of humor helped her dismiss the uneasy feeling.Since yesterday, something had felt off. Evie wasn’t certain what it was. Some

Trust me, it’s damned near a requirement for brothers to want to kill each other at some point; but so is forgiveness. – IsraelTank and Ink sat in the emergency room waiting room waiting for… something. Anything. Everything. Their world was back there and they could not be back there with her. They were not family. They were not married. Not yet.Several other Saints stood around uncertain of what to do for their brothers. The outer doors slid open and five men in leathers entered. The gray-haired man with a large belly sat in a chair across from Tank while the tall lanky shaggy brunette sat across from Ink. A large muscular African American man sat next to Tank. The other two, both tall and dark, approached the counter. The two men across from them spoke softly in a foreign language until the larger man next to Tank gave them a warning glare. After a moment at the window, one went to the back and the other came and sat across from them. “They’re taking Priest back to her.”“Funn

My dad’s a doctor. I need him. – Evie“Knock knock, Avon calling.” Isaac said stepping into the little room and pulling the curtain behind him. Smiling at her dad she gave a little laugh. “Do you still say that?”“Uh, yeah.” He scoffed sitting down in the chair by her bed. “I see people on what can be their worst day, a little levity helps. Sometimes. Not advisable if there’s nothing you can do but make them comfortable.”“Like when they get shot and are dying.” She whispered.“Yes.” He answered in his doctor voice. He knew the reason he asked for him was because he was a doctor. She needed her Dr. Dad as all his kids called him. Had it been about getting shot, she would have asked for Deputy Dad. Feral Dad would have been asked to handle anything that the other two could not.“I was so scared. It was a funny looking gun. Boxy. It looked fake. But it felt real.”He took her hand that was playing with trim of the white blanket. “It was real. Joy went off the deep end of the deep end.