All Chapters of Devil’s Saints: Taz: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Out of all my boys, it’s TJ that I worry about the most. – AlanaAbout thirty minutes later, the mother and son were at the kitchen table. Nachos, tacos, beans, rice, salsa, guacamole and sour cream were laid out between them. Alana was finishing up the margaritas in her blender as Chance started eating his quesadilla. “Okay, you have food and alcohol. Spill.” Alana said sitting down and pouring two small tumblers that were already salted.He finished off his beer and accepted the margarita. “She-"“Give her a name.” At his scowl, she merely shrugged. “Make one up.”“Duchess.” Chance said with a sneer. Alana nodded at him and fixed herself a taco.“Duchess told me that I took whatever I wanted, to hell with the consequences.”She had already heard all of this but did not rush him. It was his story. He should be the one to tell it.“Said that I didn’t know anything about the women I was with. Probably did not even know their name. I told her that my partners left well satisfied.”“Du

Werewolf, you are missing one hell of a plot twist. – KaranKaran peeled her orange for lunch. She had decided that if she had another apple, her first son would be born with a pot on his head and walk across the country planting apple seeds. Zee took pity on her and ordered oranges and placed them in her lunch. Could you really count a piece of fruit as a meal? Grinning, she imagined Cookie's reaction to the wedding dress that she wanted. Completely worth it.Her alarm went off and she turned the security cameras to the back employee entrance and hallway. Right on time, Chance pulled into the parking lot. He sat on his bike as he removed his helmet and gauntlets. A moment later, as Chance turned off his engine, Rye pulled into her spot.“Ladies and gentlemen, today’s shit show is brought to you by the letters F and U and the number two.” Law said as he sat in the pink paisley chair and faced the screen.Karan laughed as she used the remote to turn on the sound. Then she squealed hap

If you think I’m getting up early and making breakfast for you, you’re crazier than I thought. – AlanaIt was his second morning in the guest room of his mother’s condo. He couldn’t help but laugh when he woke up in a very pink room. Alana made everything pink – walls, carpet, curtains, bedding, even the damned ceiling. The pinker it was, the sooner her sons would return to their wives.Except her youngest. “First, I don’t got no wife to go home to. Second, it’s like waking up in a giant pussy. Fuck, I might paint my room at Pops pink! And third, what about Sticks? He has a wife and two husbands. Aren’t you being a little sexist? And fourth, Mia doesn’t have a wife.”Laughing at his mom’s reaction to his declaration last night, Chance rolled out of bed and went to the attached bathroom. Also, in all pink. Stepping into the shower tub, he decided that he was going to have to point out that the bathroom was even more like a pussy.Pink. Warm. And wet. Chance took

Remember, if it’s not your story, don’t tell it. You don’t know all the facts. – CoonKaran had the TV screen set watch DCSS. Except, it was late. She finally accepted that Cookie did not want her skinny, he just wanted her to be his wife. And she was halfway through her fries, burger and chocolate shake. As she was dipping some fries in her ketchup, the backdoor alarm chirped.Her office door was already closed and the audio for the security cameras were on. Rye’s laughter filled Karan’s office as Chance held the door open.“What the fuck?” Karan muttered as she turned in her chair to watch the show.“Seriously?” Chance asked as he followed Rye inside. “You skipped eighth grade?”“Yeah.” She was smiling and drinking a soda from a sit-down restaurant. “What about you?”“I’m not that smart. I mean, I get numbers and that shit. That comes easy.” he shrugged a took a drink from a cup from the same restaurant.“What the hell is going on here?” Karan asked as

If you’re going to be at the clubhouse later, I’ll make sure that your birthday is happy. – Random Club BunnyAfter Chance made sure that Rye was okay, he went and ate breakfast at the Shack just like usual. He flirted with the girls there. Joked with the guys. Accepted homemade cards from his nieces and nephews. He knew if he strayed from his usual routine, people would ask questions. And he had no answers for them. Or even for himself. When he got back to the daycare, his office was decorated with balloons and a giant banner. There were lots of cards from the classes. And a few from the single moms. Chance worried about the grin that Karan gave him. When he opened the beautifully wrapped box, happy birthday confetti exploded out all over his office.Her laughter filled their offices and the reception area.“It wasn’t a glitter bomb!” Karan called out as she held her stomach due to her laughter.Shaking his head and watching the small multicolored cakes, p