All Chapters of Devil’s Saints: Taz: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

How are you doing that? I’m going to starve. – MikeRYE’S MEMORIESEleven-year-old Rye sat with her dad and sister in the small restaurant. This was one of her most favorite places in the world. And her most favorite people. She loved her mom, but just like her sister, she was daddy’s girl through and through.Mike had been away for a few weeks with the Marines, and this was the first Saturday that he was back. This was the final stop of their usual Saturday routine. They wandered through the market where he bought his daughters little trinkets.Today it was a set of matching necklaces. Smooth, round stones with a hole drilled into them for the black cord to loop through. Leigh Anne had a bright blue stone and Ryanne had a piece of brown petrified wood. In the little bag in the empty chair next to Mike was a third necklace for Donna Leigh. Hers was a deep red with veins running through it.Leigh Anne had picked the blue stone because it matched Stitch on her pink

Baby sister… you’re smarter than me. Don’t follow in my footsteps. Be strong. Keep yourself safe. – Leigh AnneMovement outside the restaurant window caught Rye’s attention. She wasn’t paying attention to the teasing and joking going on around her. She was looking out the window, waiting for the figure to reappear. It had to her imagination.There it is again. She knew that form. Would recognize it anywhere. So many nights had been spent curled up against it to stay warm. To stay safe.Even skinny and dirty, with a distance of at least twenty feet, a pane of glass between them and hardly any light outside, Rye knew who it was.Leigh Anne.Rye had no doubts, that was her sister that she saw outside.Grabbing her phone, she stood up and walked out. It wasn’t until the cold wind hit her that she thought about getting her jacket. Her keys and flashlight were still in her pocket. A few years ago, Leigh Anne would have berated her for not having them on her. E

They took Nessie. Lock everything down. – WerewolfChance didn’t know much about Nessie. She was a hell of a cook, had the ability to talk to the dead and had him figured out when it came to women. And scared the fuck out of him. Literally. He got around her and her expensive knives and his oysters tried to call up his ass for safety.Nessie was beautiful, had a lyrical Scottish accent and got away with almost anything. That was because she was the niece of Siobhan, the wife of the Shacks president, Toad. And she had a crazy ex. Not the crazy like he had. No, he had no intention of being the one to change her wayward lifestyle. He planned to kill her for disobeying him and leaving.Now, he had her.Since they were not sure of what else would happen, all properties associated with the Saints were locked down tight. Construction stopped, shops closed, and all the brothers checked in at their clubhouses while the families were gathered at the Shack. The daycar

I did offer to tell him who his father was. – AlanaChance messaged Ryder through the company messaging system on his computer. It took about twenty minutes, but he got a message back. Using the other messaging system on the computer he messaged both Werewolf and Karan.I need to go talk to Ryder. I asked for an appointment, and he gave me 2:30 this afternoon. Need Jax or Law to come out and sit the front while I’m gone. Not sure how long I’ll be out.Looking at the message he shook his head and then deleted it.Ryder asked me to come into the office at 230. Need someone to cover the frontSighing he deleted that also.Going into DS Holdings this afternoon. Need front coverage starting at 2Short, simple, to the point and truthful. Before he could change his mind again, he hit send. He got a thumbs up from Karan almost immediately. A few minutes later, Werewolf said that Law would be there at a quarter till.He spent the next few hours questioning him

Kids have a tendency to ask the questions we don’t want to consider. Thankfully, they are easily distracted with crayons and glitter. – Karan The two friends watched the woman leave. Karan could feel the stress in Chance’s body. This was the protectiveness that the Saints were known for. The reason that she always wanted one of them here. Karan rested a comforting hand on his back. “Why don’t you take her home?”Chance smirked. “Have you even met this woman? She sleeps on a pull-out couch, drives a piece of shit car with no heater and pays her own way through college. She’s not going to take a day off unless she’s already dead.”“And buried in a concrete vault, because otherwise, Zombie Rye would come to work.” Karan shook her head and Chance chuckled.He turned towards his office and saw that it was empty. “If you need me, I’ll be in Rye’s classroom.”As he headed to the common room through his office, he did not see the knowing grin on Karan’s face. Or he