Devil’s Saints: Taz
Chapter 11: Shower–1
Running is the stupidest form of exercise. Unless there’s an angry bear involved. Riffraff
It 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. 1
“Where the hell did you spend last night?” Knuckles called out to her.
“Not in my own bed.” She replied heading towards the stairs. “And sorry to disappoint you, I did not get laid.”
“Why the hell not?” he yelled back with a grin.
Taz couldn’t help but laugh a little as she went up the stairs. Maybe she should call Book and find out what the take was on her sex life. Last time the buy in was $50 and the take was approaching a thousand. When she passed the one–year mark, she and two others split the take. No one really expected her to make it a full year, after all, there were times that some of the bunnies seemed more chaste than herself.
As she approached her room, she saw Riffraff coming out of his own room. Grinning she motioned to her own room with her head. He returned her grin and followed her into her room. Quietly, he shut and locked the door behind him.
“I was a bit disappointed when I woke up and you were gone.” He told her as he stepped closer to her and leaned in to kiss her.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she accepted the kiss and smiled at him. “I had to get a run in this morning.”
“Wake me up next time.” He rested his forehead on hers, his hands gently rested on her hips.
“You want to run with me?”
“Maybe just wake up with you still naked in my bed.”
“Next time.” She offered a kiss of her own. “I need a shower. Just as a warning, don’t be surprised if Scrapper starts bugging you about fucking me.”
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“Knuckles said that he wasn’t going to tell you what you could or couldn’t do.”
“He won’t.” she grinned at his confusion. “Book has bets on me and my celibacy. I made nearly $1000 when I made it a year. We bet on everything.”
“Seriously?” Riffraff asked a little surprised.
“Oh, yeah.” Taz stepped away and started stripping on her way to the closet. She tossed her tank top and bra into the laundry basket. Pulling off her running shoes, she placed them on the shelf. Everything. Like which Old Lady is going to get knocked up next. Or who Scrapper is going to pick the next fight with. One of my favorites, which bunny is going to become an Old Lady.”
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“Two different types of women.” He said leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom as she turned on the shower. “I’m adding that shaved pussy to my fantasy,”
She simply smiled at him as there was a knock on the door. “That’s probably Knuckles.”
“Want me to let him in?” he asked as she stepped inside the showerub and closed the curtain.
“Up to you.” She replied from under the water. He pushed away from the frame and went to open the door. He found Knuckles, Scrapper and Brute standing on the other side.
“Are you sure that you didn’t fuck her?” Scrapper demanded.
Brute smacked him on the back of his head and he turned and glared at his father. “I’m pretty sure that he would know if his cock had been in her pussy.”
Both of his sons rolled their eyes and Riffraff gawked at him.
“She grew up in the clubhouse. Taz has a mouth on her. Especially when she drinks.” Brute informed him. “Where is she?”
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Devil’s Saints: Taz
Chapter 11: Shower–2
“Shower.” Riffraff said and Brute pushed past him. The bathroom door closed behind the older man and few minutes later, the water turned off and the door opened again. He walked out and grabbed the keys from the hook by the door. With a nod to his sons, he
left the room.
Taz walked out drying off, not even trying to cover herself up. “Family reunion?” she asked her cousins at the doorway.
“Have you seen Riff?” Werewolf asked from the hallway, stepping towards her cousins. When they both pointed with their thumbs inside the room he looked in, past the three men and his eyes fell on the naked woman in the room. “Damn. Yeah, um, hit it quick, her uncle is talking to Toad.” He then continued down the hall having forgotten why he was looking for the other man.
“Oh, yay, incestuous foursome.” Taz said dryly pulling out a bra and panties from the dresser.
“I think he meant Riff.” Knuckles told her.
“We’re just gonna hold the cameras.” Scrapper teased.
“Multiple angles. Good plan.” She pulled on a tank top before going to the closet for jeans.
“I’m guessing you’ve seen what’s on her back?” Knuckles asked.
“I have.” Riffraff said as she came back in and sat on the bed to put her lace up boots on.
“We did a lot of talking last night since I wouldn’t let him fuck me.” Taz said tying her boots. “You should ask him about his fantasies.”
“Damn.” Scrapper mumbled, disappointed.
“I told you.” Knuckles said hitting his brother’s shoulder.
Rolling her eyes, she pushed all three out of her room before closing the door. “How was the pussy you got last night?”
“Not bad, she’s a fairly new bunny, – oh shit!” Knuckles froze just before the top the stairs. “You asked me to rub you down last
night.”
“Well, who the hell rubbed you down?” Scrapper asked as his brother caught up to them on the stairs.
“I did.” Riffraff grinned at the two brothers as they crossed the landing to the next flight of stairs down.
“So, he did a little more than just talk while he wasn’t fuckin me.”
“Have some nice fantasies now.” Riffraff informed them. “Want to hear them?” he chuckled when both brothers emphatically declared no.
“Riff, what are you doing today?” she asked as they approached the bottom floor.
“Don’t have any plans for today.” He admitted as he followed her to where Brute was talking with Toad.
“Pretty sure that she’s asking you to lunch so she’s not riding with one of us.” Knuckles said as a girl squealed.
“OH MY GOD! DAD! IT’S THE DEVIL HERSELF!” everyone turned towards Molly as his oldest daughter rushed over to Taz. She was pulling out her phone as she came to a stop. “You’re the Devil!”
“I’m Taz.” She said with a little nod.
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“Oh my God! You did awesome last night. Can I get a picture with you?” the young teenager asked holding up her phone.
“Yeah.” Taz leaned down as the black–haired girl positioned herself and held her phone up to get the picture. She squealed again and then ran back to her dad.
“I think that you have a fan.” Brute laughed,
“I’ve never had that happen before.” Taz said quietly.
“Keep moving up like you are and it will probably happen quite a bit Brute encouraged.
“I will be happy if I can get a Bellator fight.” She admitted.
“What’s a Bellator fight?” Toad asked a little confused.
“That is the ultimate for MMA. They have all the good fighters. Cyborg, Velasquez, Carano, MacFarlane, Budd. Damn, I would love to make it to that level.”
“Focus more on your fights and less on showing your tits.” Scrapper suggested.
“Ok, I quit working at the Shell. Then how do I pay my gym fees? Food? Travel? Fight fees? Coach?”
Toad grabbed the cut that was in Brute’s hand and shoved it into her chest. With his face only inches away from hers, he growled “You’re Sinners daughter? You ask your family for help. This family.”
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Toad stepped away and spoke loudly. “Church in fifteen minutes!” he then walked over to where Molly stood with his daughter who was still excited about meeting the Devil herself.
“He’s right.” Riffraff whispered in her ear. “We own the gym. You’re staying here. Let the club help.”
“Put your colors on.” Brute advised. Nodding, she pulled on the cut with the Devil’s Saints patch on the back. Beneath that was a custom patch that read “Sinner’s Daughter” declaring that she was protected by the club, all the chapters. Sinner, his wife and their sons were killed in a drive by shooting. It was the death of the two boys, Matt 5 and Elijah 2, along with the murders of other old ladies and kids that caused the club to quit dealing with hard drugs and guns. Now they were clean. Mostly.
As the brothers started to gather in the chapel, Taz went to the kitchen to get a drink. As she refilled her empty water bottle, Riffraff came into the kitchen.
– “Toad wants you.” He said watching her fill her bottle from the water dispenser in the refrigerator door.
“Why? It’s church?”
“He was asking for you and your cousins were….‘
“Being themselves.” Taz finished putting the lid on the bottle.
“Good description. Come on.” He led her to the chapel and over to where Toad stood with Molly’s oldest daughter.
Devil’s Saints: Taz
Chapter 12: Church
Old people and technology are always an entertaining combination. – Piscilla
Priscilla was showing Toad how to cast a video to the TV in the meeting room. After the third time, he shook his head.
“You’re just going to have to stay for a little bit of church.” He told her with a grin. Some of the other chapters had patched women, he knew that she wanted to be patched herself.
The teen smiled at him broadly. Like her father and so many others of her family, she had black hair and blue eyes, but hers were from a bottle and contacts. She stood just over five feet and was just starting to really bloom into womanhood. Her hair was just shy of her shoulders and pulled into a half up do with a small rubber band. She wore jeans and a t–shirt and biker boots.
Her facial features were a combination of girlish looks and the woman she would one day be. Slightly chubby cheeks with plump lips and lush eyelashes. She wasn’t quite a looker yet. But her father knew that she soon would be. And it was a good thing that she had so many uncles to protect her.
Every time he looked at the teen, he saw a little more of her birth mother. If she were to quit dying her hair and not wear the contacts, she would be almost a spitting image of Jesse. The main difference was her height. It was most definitely her father’s. Which made her look even more like Molly’s child.
Toad looked around the room. “Where is your niece?”
“I know where she’s not.” Ink laughed.
“Getting laid. Or getting drunk.” Scrapper added.
“You ever think there was a reason she gave up drinking?” Brute asked angrily.
“Drinking, fine. I kind of get that with the fights. But you can’t tell me that you don’t think that she’d be a little more relaxed with a good fucking.” Scrapper asked his dad.
“My daughter is in here.” Molly warned.
“Dad, I have 11 sisters by five moms, and you’re loud.” Priscilla informed the whole room.
“It’s called respect.” Molly said with his eyes still on the two. They both shifted uncomfortably as Riffraff came back into the room with Taz.
“You wanted to see me?” Taz asked stopping next to Priscilla.
“I have one responsible brother.” Toad grumbled at the same time that Priscilla looked up at her idol and asked, “How long does it take to do your hair?”
“A couple of hours for the braids. A little longer for the color.” Taz answered with a smile
“How much do you pay for it?” Brute asked.
“I don’t.” She answered with a shrug. “I let Celeste do whatever she wants and she doesn’t charge me.”
“That’s one hell of a deal.” Toad commented.
“She was still in school when we started. Gives her experience and me an interesting hairstyle.” She said putting her hands in her -back pockets. “But I don’t think that you wanted me in church to discuss my hair.”
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“No, I did not.” He turned his attention to his sergeant of arms. “Spider, is everyone here?” The man that Taz always thought looked like Danny Trejo nodded. “Good, We have a few things to discuss.”
“I’m hoping one is why some bitch has a cut.” A relatively new brother said and practically the whole room turned against him.
“That bitch has a patch explaining it.” Scrapper said.
“Calm down, cousin.” Taz said and eyed the kid. “If he doesn’t like it he can always get out of my clubhouse.”
“It’s not yours.” He countered.
“It was mine, long before it was yours.” She grinned. “Do you know why this place is called Sinners Shack?”
“The president that moved us into it was Sinner.”
“Glad that you know your history. His old lady was with him when they came to look at it one last time. She went into labor and delivered their oldest child here before the ambulance arrived. And now you’re disrespecting him by calling that baby, his only surviving child, a bitch.” Cookie growled.
“She was literally conceived, born and raised in clubhouses.” Bear told him. “She has more claim to this clubhouse than you do.”
“And she’s a lot more popular than you.” Spider pointed out.
“She’s a lot cuter than you too.” Riffraff added.
“Not to mention that she can hit harder than you.” Priscilla tossed out.
“All right.” Toad said taking over the meeting again. “Taz is Sinner’s daughter. And she fights competitively. And according to Priscilla, she’s fucking awesome.”
“She is.” Priscilla muttered not looking at her dad who would say something about her language.
“Priscilla, go ahead and play the first clip.” Toad instructed.
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