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Yeh can be cursed and not know it. But when yeh do know, it’s ten times worse. – Pappa Dean“Husband?” The Russian whispered as he turned to look at the officers. “Yeh should have listened to yer own witch.” Nessie warned as she and Knuckles slipped outside. The group watched the silhouettes through the glass. Knuckles raised their linked hands and pressed his lips to Nessie's hand before placing his arm around her shoulders, keeping their hands together. “Did he buy her wedding rings?” Shtunska asked quietly. “No.” Toad replied. “The marked mate of the white witch, bound by gold of the dead.” The Russian muttered as Dom brought Petros through. He looked at the woman covered in tattoos with a blood red braided Mohawk. Cursing in Russian, he watched his son flinch. “You’ve damned us all! I told you to leave her alone!”The other men followed them out. Toad was surprised to see Nessie speaking with Pagan’s sister, Ciara, the owner of the Wiccan booksto

Do you think we should have a cake without alcohol? – ZeeKnuckles stood in the decorated main room looking at the large round chocolate cake that had a plastic toy motorcycle sitting in the center of the puffy icing. He remembered it from when she had made it before. Guinness chocolate cake…Jameson chocolate ganache…Bailey cream icing…He was drunk thinking about it. Despite her girls’ objections, Nessie had insisted on doing the cakes. The girls helped and even made a nonalcoholic cake that sat on a separate table. Mia had come over and helped them make a hummingbird cake. She kept insisting that it was called that because it was made with hummingbird eggs. “Those hummingbirds must be the size of chickens.” Her husband, Celt, had teased. “Or they died right after laying the egg.”The wedding cake was a recipe that Evie had found and wanted to try, but feared she did not have the skill set to make it. She had sent it to both Mia and Nessie. That

In this life, and the next, yeh'll be me friend. – NessieNessie walked out of the office and into the kitchen. Her large belly was constantly in her way. Again.This one, she swore, would be the last baby.Her oldest, Abby, sat at the center workstation with her dad. This was their favorite place to hang out. Especially when Nessie was baking cakes.Or cookies. Or pies.Or trying out a new recipe. Her other three, nine year old Bella, and four year old twins, Daniel and Douglas, were playing with some of the other Shack kids out in the common room.“Mum.” Her twelve years old daughter said causing Nessie to pull out of her thoughts. “Who’s Stephen?”It was a name that she had not heard in years. Nessie and Knuckles shared a smile at shared memories. “He was a friend of me and yer da’s. Where did you hear it?”“I had a dream the other night. I was being chased by this crazy bear.” She said and did not catch the look that passed between

Yeh keep yer hands and pecker to yerselves and yeh can keep yeh oysters. – NessieChance had arrived early at the Shack to make sure everything was ready. It was true that he was a man whore, a complete slut. But he also took pride in his work. And not just the work with the ladies. He also wanted to make sure that he was on Nessie’s good side. A woman with knives was scary. But a woman who had access to what you ate could be deadly. Especially one that knew about plants and natural remedies. And some not so natural deaths that looked natural. The day had cool weather, so the kitchen made stew, cornbread muffins, a baked potato bar, chicken nuggets and, in Nessie’s words, a feck ton of macaroni and cheese. “Ladies,” Chance walked into the dining hall and savored the aroma. “It smells wonderful in here.”He handed each woman a carnation as he passed them. Each one was that woman’s favorite color. Even the women that were strictly employees, he had flirted

Trigg told me to get my MBA and CPA. Thought that I would have a sweet office and fun time. Not crayons and afternoon nap time. – ChanceRyder could have given him an office in the DS Holdings office building. His office could have been at his clubhouse or even the Shack. Or in the back of one of the bars or strip clubs. Some of the other guys had offices at the clubs. He could have had one at The Kitty Cat.Hell, it could have been in Dom's basement, and it would have been better. But Ryder put Chance’s office just inside the daycare.Giant glass windows looked out into both reception and communal area. He felt like a damned animal on display. The fact that someone had taped a PLEASE, DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS sign to his window did not help. Only on his. The office across from his belonged to Karan and had a sign reading GOOD GIRL TREATS ACCEPTED.Chance had a picture in his head of a sleek office with a couch for fun. Soundproof would be good. Or his playmates