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

Our sweet adorable little angel would probably kill her cousin given less than half a chance. – SinnerPriscilla tapped her phone screen and then the fight appeared on the oversized screen on the wall. “This is from last October. It was a charity fight, but see how she hits and then she spins around her opponent, quick kidney punch and then she’s back where she was and boom, boom, upper cut and leg sweep.” Priscilla walked them through several more clips, giving play by play commentary on them.“Why did you call her the devil?” someone asked. “It’s from her signature move. She spins around her opponent just like the Tasmanian Devil does.” The teen explained even though she thought that it was obvious. “I wasn’t always as big as my cousins. I had to learn how to fight dirty.”“And she can hit.” Knuckles said and his brother agreed. “Damn straight she can.” Priscilla said pulling up video from last night’s fight. “Watch this. BOOM! Fucking bitch goes down!”“Priscilla Marie Lowery!”

Every woman needs a super hero in her life. Cape is optional. – NanWithin days, Priscilla had the gym redone, Taz's wardrobe updated and created a new social media presence. Whatever the hell that meant. The brothers were telling her that she had a lot of followers. Again, whatever the hell that meant. And her picture was almost always being taken. She knew what that meant. It meant she was annoyed. And the questions. Favorite color. Favorite food. Did she always want to be fighter? What got her into it? What did she want to be when she grew up?How did she answer those questions? And answer them without giving away her secret. Her shame. The fact that she did not feel like a real woman. The anger she had literally fought through in the ring. The shame that kept her from telling even those that were closest to her. The secret that only Knuckles and Brute knew. The one thing that she was not sure if even Scrapper knew about her. Taz knocked on Riffraff's door on Thursday night. S

You ever wonder if the brothers look at the calendar and think, it's Thursday, we should have a party. – CamilleMolly was the one driving them home, and Taz was grateful. The doctor at the fight had treated her injuries and told her to check in with her regular doctor. She had agreed and wondered what his opinion would be if he knew that her regular doctor was now a retired special forces medic who was a physician’s assistant. When Doc wasn’t available, she went to Dom, a dominatrix. And rumored assassin.She had a severe aversion to doctors. An even larger one to hospitals. Too much of her childhood had been spent in one.Tonight’s fight was her first real win. No title or belt. But a real win. Not by points or disqualification, as her previous wins had been. This one was by a KO. She was sore. Bruised. Tender. Excited. Thrilled. Tired.Riffraff woke up Taz as she slept on his shoulder when the SUV pulled to a stop at the gate to the compound. Slowly she sat up and stretched. Then s

Candy corn should be renamed. Real vegetables aren’t that gross. – RiffraffIt was mid October and the compound was already decorated for Halloween. They always went all out for the holidays. But Halloween was one of the best. It was no longer scorching hot. Nor was it cold. The gates to the compound were open and the guys that were outside working on their rides noticed a Corvette pull in. They appreciated the car and were going back to their own tasks as it parked. A low wolf whistle got their attention and they turned back to the car to see a petite brunette getting out.Stylish sunglasses covered her face hiding her eyes. Her lips were full, cheekbones high and a cute little nose. Although the face was nice to look at, it was the body that had their attention. Full breasts, trim waist and wide hips emphasized a round ass and plump thighs. She might be short, but the cut off shorts and garter tattoo were showing off exactly how long her legs were. The heeled espadrilles sandals em