All Chapters of Devil’s Saints: Taz: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

You poor girl. There’s a good puppy under those scars. – AliciaJaye reached over and squeezed Chance’s hand as Patch put his breakfast burrito down. He brushed a few crumbs from his beard and used a napkin to wipe his face. When he had decided that Chance had enough time to formulate his thoughts, he looked at his nephew and pushed him to look deeper inside. He might only be the veterinarian for the ranch, but in the past decade, he had picked up some knowledge. “What’s the real problem, son?” Patch asked. “Tell me why you’re here. Why, after all these years, this woman has you breaking all your rules.”Chance looked at his uncle and let out a soft breath. “Somehow, Rye made it out of all that, she survived it. But she feels like she doesn’t deserve anything. She believes that she failed because when she was twelve, she promised her dad that she would keep her mother and sister safe. One is dead and the other,” he let out a breath as he pictured Leigh Anne in his mind,

No, seriously, the slut himself hasn’t had a bunny in about two months. – WhipFirst thing Monday morning, Chance caught Rye in the back hallway of the daycare to make sure that they were good. Neither knew that they were being watched on the security system. Now not only did Karan and Werewolf watch them, so did Law and Tank. “Rye,” he whispered as he pulled her into a hug, “I can’t live without you in my life. I need you.”“I don’t know what we’re doing.” She admitted quietly.“Neither do I, Duchess. I just know, I don’t want it to end.”“Me neither.” Rye admitted quietly as she enjoyed the way this felt.“You want to do lunch?” he asked her and pressed a light kiss to her hair.“I need to call the new caseworker and let her know that I have a new house.”“Okay.” He shifted them and tipped her face up and gently nibbled on her lips. “Let me know?”“Yeah.” She breathed out as she pushed up on her toes to kiss him.Karan sat in her office wit

Miss Rye is going to be out today; her little boy is sick. – Miss AshleyThe headache that Rye woke up with the next morning was horrible. The upset stomach was not any better. But the dry mouth that she had was the worst. Ever.She rolled to the edge of the bed and laid there for a moment. When the urge to throw up subsided, and the floor got still, she sat up and repeated the process. Slowly she made her way to the bathroom door. “Tylenol.” She mumbled to herself as she peed. After washing her hands, she left the master suite and could hear someone in her kitchen. Chance stepped out of the kitchen carrying a plate and a mug. “Hey, duchess, I was about to wake you up. I fixed you some breakfast.”He spoke softly as he moved to the dining room. After setting her breakfast down, he flipped on the lights as he walked over to her. “How’s the head?” he asked leading her to the table. “Hurts.” Rye admitted as she sat down. “Thought it might.” Chance p

I named him after our dad and his mom. – RyeRye sat in the courtroom wearing the gray slacks and purple sweater that Chance had bought her last night. He also bought her a pair of dress boots and a leather jacket. She had argued over it all until he reminded her that it was for Michael. They had gone to several other stores at the mall where they found some artwork and little trinkets that she liked. Then he took her to dinner at the Sombrero, or as his mother called it, big hat Mexican. Chance slipped his hand into hers and linked their fingers. She turned and looked at him. His beard was trimmed, and his long hair was in a ponytail just above his suit collar. He wore a dark gray suit and crisp white shirt. His tie was expertly tied and had small army emblems and his unit patch all over the green silk.Looking at him like this, it was hard to see the biker. He looked like the type of man who would treasure his wife. Spoil his children. Take care of his mom.

Who the hell am I marrying? – TriggAfter the women left the men to their meeting, the old ladies went to watch their movie. Alana took Michael from her son after the diaper change. He found her surrounded by other old ladies when he brought her a fresh bottle. He kissed his mom and sister on the top of their heads before joining the other Saints from Pop’s Place in the bar. Nessie guided Rye to a small couch by itself. Nessie sat cross-legged facing Rye who sat in the corner with a foot tucked under her. She held a throw pillow in her lap. The last time that she had talked to the redhead, she had said things that scared Rye. She was afraid that the woman could see all of her deep buried secrets.“Yeh don’t love him yet.”Rye was surprised by the bluntness. “No. I don’t.”“Yeh will.” She smiled and took Rye’s left hand in both of hers. “I don’t know if I can.” Nessie moved her fingers over the upturned palm without looking at it. The movement relaxed a