All Chapters of Devil’s Saints: Taz: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

You are either the bravest fucking idiot I know or the world record holder of stupidity. Either way, you’re a fucking stupid idiot. – CeltCookie had kissed Karan on the cheek just before leaving. He and his crew had been working weekends and evenings to get the house ready for Rye and not interfere with their regular jobs. This morning he wanted to make sure everything was ready before Rye moved in.When Karan woke up, Cookie and last night’s playmate were both gone. On the nightstand was a set of keys and a note in Cookie’s elegant handwriting declaring that he loved her, and the keys were for Chance. She was talking to Taz when Chance walked in. As he passed by, Karan handed him the keys. He headed straight for the stairs and the room that Rye was staying in. They met on the landing between the first and second floors. Chance could only grin at her. She wore jeans and a pink retro t-shirt with ATL on it. And of course, the practical black nonslip black tennis shoes. If there was

We’ll just be here for a little while. Don’t get too comfortable. - Donna LeighRye stood on the front porch of the small white clapboard post-war bungalow. With a bright smile, Karan handed her the house key. Cookie stood behind her, beaming with pride. Rye smiled at them, acting as though nothing had happened earlier. The whole club now knew that her mother was a whore, and she probably was too. There was nothing Rye could do. Tears would do no good. They would not change anything. Rye unlocked the door and walked into the small house. There was a small foyer with twelve-inch tiles of assorted colors and a small gray rug covering the floor. On the right were several hooks with a black bench underneath. On the left was a slim black metal table about four feet high with a pine wood top about six feet long. A gilded mirror hung above on a cream-colored wall. Walking through the arched doorway to the living room, Rye found more of the assorted tiles and cream-colored walls. A large st

I’m sure he really did mean that you could call him for anything. – CookieChance was playing go fish with four of his cousin’s daughters. Molly and he had a long talk after he had left Alana’s house. Molly gave the advice he always gave. Women will tell you what they want, you just must listen. If they have a problem, they want you to fix, they will tell you; otherwise, shut up and listen. Tell her she’s special, more importantly, why you think she’s special. A long-lasting relationship will have times when you fall out of love each other. The key is not to do it at the same time. Words are just that. Show her how you feel. Now Chance sat at a poker table playing go fish for Hershey bars. He knew better than to challenge any of the girls to pool. Or poker. He was down to two bite size snickers.Molly’s little pretties were ruthless. Chance's phone rang and he was surprised to see that it was Rye. “Hey.”“Chance?” he could hear the tears in her voice. “Priss, come play for me.

I make man glitter; furniture is a byproduct of the process. – SticksChance drove the silver hatchback to the old warehouse district in Monroe. He parked next to the brick and glass building that backed up to the river. From this side, you could see the ridge giving the city across the river its name. The sun was setting, and the bright yellows and oranges reflected off the water. As the lights on the businesses and bars came on, these also reflected on the water. They were occasionally disturbed by a small watercraft. It was not quite warm enough for the water skis to be out. Night fishers for trout would be setting up. He remembered going out with his dad and granddad. Smiling, he thought of more recently when he and his brothers would fish off the dock behind the warehouse. They should do that again.With that thought came another. Chance could see it clearly in his mind’s eye. Standing on the back dock teaching a little boy with a gray patch of hair how to bait and cast a line.

The only thing that women are good for is spreading their legs. The sooner you learn that the better your life will be. – Donna LeighRye stood in the hallway and saw all the women in her house. She was fighting off a panic attack when the dark-haired woman spoke. Reality slapped her hard in the face with what the other woman said. Why was he still there? What did he want with her? He had to have plenty of women that would give him their bodies. Was the black-haired woman another of his conquests? Is that all she really was?The tears in her eyes were threatening to fall when Chance stepped into view. He looked at her and seemed to be just as hurt as she was. But then she remembered that she should have known better. The anger inside her rivaled the pain. Angry with herself just as much as she was with him, she turned on her heel and started to return to her room.He called her by the damned nickname he gave her. Facing him she reminded him that she had a name. Then she reminded he