Chapter 11: Shower

Running is the stupidest form of exercise. Unless there’s an angry bear involved. – Riffraff

It was a little after nine the following morning when Taz stepped back into the clubhouse from her morning run. She still had bruises, but they were already starting to fade. After so many years, she knew how to take care of her body after a fight.

Her hair was still in the multiple French braids that her friend Celeste had done like always. This time several braids melded into one of three at the back of her head, which then became one at the base of her head.

Celeste loved doing her hair. She loved putting multiple colors in it. And she loved twisting all the colors together. She already had the next dye job picked out. Just had to master the braid. Taz usually just agreed to whatever Celeste suggested and settled into the chair for nap.

Stepping into the building, she saw the concern of several brothers and her cousins scowl. She couldn’t help but grin as he started to walk towards her.