Devil’s Saints: Taz のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 321 - チャプター 330

I think it’s a great idea. Put the old bitty in her place. – Mia Mrs. Henderson-Brown was back home after her stay in the hospital. Pagan knew this because her son was standing on the front porch. His hair was dark blonde, and he was a few inches shorter than Pagan. The man had the same sour look and pursed lips as his mother. And his brown suit was also just as immaculate as her blue one had been.With a groan, Pagan opened the front door and stepped into the doorway. Pasting on his troublesome client smile, he greeted the man who. “Can I help you?”“I’m Edward Henderson-Brown the fifth.” The man said with self-importance as he held out some papers to Pagan. “Margaret Henderson-Brown is my mother.”“I’m Pagan.” He replied with a smirk, ignoring the papers. “The first.”Edward the fifth was not impressed.“This occurred on your property.” The man slapped the papers into Pagan’s chest. He looked down and watched them flutter to the ground before propping himself against the door fram

Cookie, I want to go. Please. With whipped cream and a blow job on top. – Karan The girls were at Molly’s house for a sleepover for one of his daughters. Pagan wasn’t even sure which daughter it was. Molly had five wives, he called them his pretties, and probably a dozen daughters, his little pretties, and a son. And the man adored every one of them.Since his girls were out of the house, Cookie and Karan had talked him into going to a club with them. He did not even know that this place existed. Nor was it any place he would have normally gone by himself. Nightingale was in the warehouse district of Ridgeview, backed up to the river. A little less than a mile down the road was Sticks’ custom furniture store across the river in Monroe. Shaking his head, Pagan decided that he was too old to be hanging out at a bar. Instead of checking out the scantily clad women, like Cookie and Karan were, he was thinking about how far he was from the shop.Turning from the metal r

Pagan, Ashlyn isn’t feeling good. We’re bringing the girls home early. – text from BecksThe girls that had come over for Fatima’s birthday had stayed up late watching movies. Becks and the other pretties took shifts staying up with the girls and making sure that they weren’t in too much trouble. Priscilla hung out in her room with Camille until the younger girls had convinced them to come down for a few rounds of pool.Throughout the night there had been plenty to eat. Probably too much for them to eat. Especially for little girls whose dad does not keep many sweets or junk food in the house. People always assumed that with a single dad, the kids ate pizza, corn dogs and macaroni. But Becks new that Pagan insisted on full meals at the dining table complete with formal settings.Becks was not surprised that she had woken up and found one of the girls with an upset stomach. She had expected it to be her niece, Morgan, but she was still asleep on the floor of the media ro

Miss Shiloh is so cool. Can she be our new mom? – AlyssaBeing a single dad for eight years made Pagan very good at domestic chores. Granted, he loved cooking. His mother bought him cookbooks and cleaning manuals for Christmas and birthdays. If there was a meal or a mess, he could take care of it.Except for his ex.That was a mess that no amount of bleach could make go away. And the fact that his seven-year-old would rather have a stranger over her own mom, said a lot.Their divorce had to be postponed until Amber had the baby. Then there was the DNA test to determine paternity. Even if Alyssa had not been his, he would have fought for her. The moment the nurse placed the tiny newborn in his arms, he was in love. That precious, precocious little girl was helping her older sister to set the table. Watching them as he finished the broccoli and rice, he could only smile. He never would have imagined that he would be a single dad living in a large Victorian house p

She’s my social anxiety spider. She gives anxiety to most of society. – ShilohIt was the Sunday before school started and both stores had been slammed for the last three days. For the last several weeks, Shiloh had been having Saturday night dinner with Pagan and his girls. She was exhausted last night and asked if they could postpone. As an extra incentive and forcing both her and Gertie to get out of bed, Shiloh offered to make lunch. With the girls helping, it did not take long for the chicken piccata and sides to be finished. Then they helped Gertie set the table and she showed them how to fold the cloth napkins into bats.“That is so cool!” Alyssa squealed. “You should teach them the flying crane.” Shiloh suggested as she sat the last dish on the table. The second floor was a large open space with occasional support columns. The columns were a black marble look with dark purple trim that matched the other trim on the walls. Large black marble tiles