Ding dong. Bellator calling. – ToadTaz looked at her phone and the unknown number. There had been lots of them lately, and not all were robocalls concerned about her car’s extended warranty. Some had been from companies that Priscilla had reached out to. And one was even from a reporter. She had never given an interview before. But, with Brute and Knuckles beside her, she sat down and gave her first press interview. “Hello?” she answered after pulling on one of Riffraff’s shirts. “Miss Jasmine Olson?” came an unfamiliar feminine voice. “This is she.” Closing the door to Riffraff's room behind her, she headed to the stairs in her sweats, t-shirt and crocs. She had not expected to like the weird shoes as much as she did. “Miss Olson, my name is Tabatha Smith, and I’m with Bellator.” Taz stumbled slightly on the stairs but caught herself on the railing. Two brothers also reached out to steady her.“You okay?” the bald one asked quietly. Smiling she nodded and mouthed ‘Thank you.’ H

Every man should have a little girl look at him as if he hung the moon at least once in his life. – RiffraffRiffraff looked at the number on his phone and smiled. Stepping out of the clubhouse he answered the call. “Hey, Angel.”“Hi daddy.” Came from the other end of the line. He had told Taz that he had a daughter. Her name was Angel. She was the light of his world. What he couldn’t seem to tell his 23-year-old girlfriend, was that his daughter was 22.He was too old for her. Every time he talked to Angel, he thought about it again. He was too old for her. But damn, she felt so right snuggled up next to him. And when he held her at night, her body fit perfectly to his. She had sass and a spark in her. There was a drive in her that he admired. “Dad, you zoned out on me.” Angel laughed from her end of the phone. “You’re thinking about her again, aren’t you?”He gave a little laugh of his own. “Yes, I was.”“Now I really do wish that I could come home for Christmas. I really want to

Not all places hold good memories. Not all ghosts are bad. – RiderAll the Saints gathered at the Shack for Thanksgiving. It had the biggest areas, most space and the best kitchen for cooking a large meal. The old ladies always cooked it. This year, Mia, Celt's old lady, was spearheading it. She and Celt had been together for just over a year now. From what he had said during one of their meetings at his office, on black Friday, he and her twins would be shopping. He wanted them there to help pick out an engagement ring. They were a great couple. She too had grown up in the club. She had been shielded from the guys in the club. She still ended up with one. It was a fun time. The club girls would decorate the clubhouse, but kids were in charge of decorating the trees. There was a total of six trees that went up in the common areas. Three in the front room, one in the bar, one in the dining hall and one by the offices. There was also the two twelve feet tall evergreens out front. The

Nerves. Breakfast of would-be champions. – TazBy New Years their relationship was no longer an open secret. But neither Taz nor Riffraff were certain what the relationship was. Taz was starting to hope that maybe the relationship was going to go somewhere. Riffraff was still fighting with himself. Christmas night, Riffraff had gotten home after she had gone to bed. She was woken up by him gently nibbling on her lips. After a serious make out session, she came on his hand. Watching how he had licked her juices off his fingers, caused a tremor to run down her body. He then gave her a small box. Riffraff sat with his back to the wall with her bare back to his bare chest. He had on Harley Davidson pajama pants that were on either side of her bare legs. The only thing that she wore was the necklace that the brothers from the mother house had given her. In the small box was a bracelet made to look like a motorcycle chain that was an iridescent rainbow. There was a small heart attached t

Win or lose, I’m still proud to be your coach. – KevinAfter the three five-minute rounds, it came down to the judges. She lost by two points. Taz was in the shower in the locker room with all the showerheads on. When Riffraff came around the corner, he found her sitting on the floor, beneath the spray, hugging her knees to herself. He made a small gesture and the other men nodded and made their way out of the room. Riffraff stripped out of his clothes and went to join her. No words were spoken between them as he sat down and pulled her close to him. He held her for several minutes, allowing her time to cry and grieve for what she had worked so hard for.“I’m proud of you.” Riffraff eventually whispered. Taz leaned her head against his chest and wrapped her arms around him. Several minutes later, they heard someone clear his throat. “Hey, guys,” Knuckles called out, “Taz has a press conference in five minutes.”“Go dry off and get dressed.” Riffraff said kissing the top of her head