I like being a nice guy. But I prefer to be a nice guy in the afternoon. – InkInk eyed his phone that just chimed with a message. Who was messaging him so early? Glancing at the clock, he realized that it was already a little after twelve. Might as well get up, he thought. Grabbing the phone and saw that it was a group message from Little Marc to several other brothers and himself. Opening it, he saw a picture of a teenage girl who was way to skinny. Michelle Martin.They had dealt with her father before. He was more likely to drink his paycheck than feed his three children. Michelle was the oldest and typically did what she could to feed her younger brothers. Anything. One of the club brothers had pulled her off the street corner a few weeks ago. Desperate for money to feed them, she had offered her body.Riffraff gave her a couple of hundred-dollar bills and his phone number. She was to call him if she needed more. Or anything else. Little Marc had told them that he knew her, Ink

Unfortunately, I’m speaking from experience when I tell you that you will get past this. – LawFirst week was complete and Saturday afternoon rolled around. All five sisters were on the phone and watching Sons of Anarchy. Katie was in Germany, Jasmin in Japan, Cassie was in California and Tammie was back in Austin. But every week, they found a time that they could all get together and watch their show. Soon they would have to find another show since they were on the last season.When it was over, they talked for a while longer. Jasmin had to go report for duty and Katie went back to bed. They all had other things to do. Except Evie. She didn’t have anything to do. It was in these moments, in the silence, that made it hard.She went to her closet and pulled out one of the BDU jackets. Looking at the rank, she knew it was Daniel’s. Slipping her arms in the sleeves she grabbed the other one that had belonged to Cade. She curled up on the couch, wearing one jacket and holding the other.

We all have the next two days off. I say we just fuck her until she’s preggers. – CadeEvie lay in bed with the urn. Three years ago today, she found out she was pregnant. Then she became a widow. Hours later, the shock and stress being too much for her, she miscarried. She still had the pregnancy test. Her dad and Law were the only ones that knew about the baby. Her dad, Isaac, had been with her when she started cramping and bleeding. Immediately, he stopped being a caring father and became a doctor. It was too late to be stopped. A little before midnight, she was rolled into a surgery suite and he completed what Mother Nature had already started. Evie was admitted to the hospital and everyone was told that it was due to shock. Even the staff was told not to mention the procedure. The following morning, when she had planned to tell them that she was pregnant, she began making final arrangements. They were both cremated and she gave each family a small urn. The ashes had been placed

Till Valhalla, brothers. – TankMaster Joshua sat in his oversized office chair, his clean-cut head was lowered, his cheek resting on the top of Evie’s head. Bright blue eyes flicked to the door and he smiled at his wife. He wore a blue pinstripe oxford shirt that a perfectly manicured hand clutched. In her lap sat a gray marble urn, held by her other hand. A silent sob racked her body. Maya sat the bottle and shot glasses down on the massive mahogany desk. She started to reach out to touch the formerly perfectly coiffed hair. Her husband shook his head slightly and she nodded in understanding. Joshua was too focused on the woman in his lap to wonder why the other two doms were in his office. He was vaguely aware that Maya murmured something and they went to sit on his couch. She placed herself on the couch between them, in a perfect submissive pose.There was no jealousy when Tank reached over and caressed her hair, silently showing his approval. Ink handed her the drink and the sh

She’s special. – JoshuaThursday afternoon Joshua called Evie to check on her. He had planned on calling her later, but after talking with Dixie, he called her sooner. When he had called, she was having lunch with Ink at the Cookie Jar Café. She sounded good. Relaxed. Happy. Things that he had not heard in her voice for years.Then she had laughed. An honest laugh. As soon as he had ended the call, Joshua messaged both men and scheduled for them both to come in. The club was just gearing up to open and they would not be interrupted. Joshua sat down behind his desk and looked at the two men. Ink was a little smaller than Tank. They both lived up to their names. One was covered in ink, and the other built like a tank.“How is she?” “She was good when I dropped her off.” Ink said and at cocked eyebrow he answered the unasked question. “Just before I headed over here. She’s a natural on a bike.”“Quit bragging.” Tank smirked. “You’ll find out tomorrow.” Ink pointed out. “And what’s