My wife gave me two sons. Life gave me you. – Brute to TazJasmine opened her eyes and looked around at the strange room. Her uncle Brute sat on the side of her bed holding her hand. He was resting his cheek on his arm that lay on the top of the side rail.She tried to move her head to look for her parents. Her head didn’t seem to be able to move. Trying to lift her left arm, she discovered she couldn’t do that either. Whatever was in her throat hurt, and she wanted it out. Pulling her right hand out of her uncles hand, Brute woke up. “Don’t do that, sweetheart.” He said gently laying her hand back on the bed. He pushed the handheld call button on the long cord.“Nurse Williams.” A crackling female voice said. “How can I help?”“She’s awake.” Brute said as Jasmine looked around confused. “I’ll let the doctor know.” Came the response. “It’s OK, sweetheart.” Brute said as he called his wife. “Hey babe, she’s awake.”The door opened and Jasmine turned her eyes to see an older man and

You’re going to fucking die. – Knuckles Just shy of Jasmines’ eighteenth birthday, her aunt Stephanie was killed in a convenient store robbery. She had gone in to get a drink and pay for her gas. The teenager panicked and shot everyone in the store. For less than thirty dollars, five people lost their lives. Six if you included the teen who died in jail. No one was surprised that he hung himself after being the play thing for several Saints that were in jail. Even the guards were surprised that he survived as long as he did.Unable to stay at their house without drowning in memories, Brute moved himself and Jasmine to the mother house. Knuckles had patched into the club under Trigg at Pops Place. Scrapper was prospecting under his dad at the mother house. Jasmine, nicknamed Taz by the club, was enjoying club life herself. After her recovery from being shot as a child, she had to relearn many things that had once been taken for granted. Her cousins did boxing and the therapist su

I will not have a disgusting thing such as that in my house. – JohnDaddyRiffraff looked at his phone. Although he was still up, it was later than when Angel was usually awake. He clicked the button and called her but it went to voicemail. His phone chimed and he looked at the new message. Can you come get meJohn kicked me out“The hell he did.” Riffraff muttered as he typed out a quick reply. He tucked his phone back into his pocket and then quickly dispatched the remaining three solid balls on the table. Picking up the twenty dollars, he passed his pool stick to Werewolf. “Everything OK?” the man asked concerned. “I gotta go get my daughter.” He said angrily as he pulled his keys out of his pocket and went out the front door.It was a clear night and there was not much traffic. He wasn’t sure what was going on. But he would get to the bottom of it. Obviously Crystal’s husband forgot who actually owned the house they lived in. Pulling up to the house, he saw his daughter sitti

Ha! I just got why the lesbian bar is named the Clam Shell. – Sledge It was Knuckles first night working as a bouncer at the lesbian bar. He stood where the new head bouncer, Sledge, had told him to, and had to admit, it was a good spot to see the majority of the place. The main bar was a large semicircular white granite with multi colored lights flashing against it in rhythm with the music. There were two male and three female bartenders behind the large bar. They all wore leather pants and matching leather vests. The women’s were zipped about halfway while the men’s hung open. There were two smaller bars, also rounded with lights. One was on the upper level and the other over in the VIP area. They each had a male and female bartender with the same uniform. The waitresses all wore coordinating leggings or tight jeans and t-shirts with the bar name on the front and a questionable quote on the back. So far, his favorite declared to be from Eleanor Roosevelt, “Horrible in a bed, but g

At the touch of his hand on her shoulder, Taz stood and followed Riffraff out of the office. “Do you need to get anything from the house?” he asked once they were in the hall, Molly closed the door behind them. “No, it’s all in my pickup." She admitted following him to the parking lot. Again, she thought it a little sad that her entire adult life would fit into two duffle bags and box. “The house was furnished. Only things I had there were clothes and a few little items.”“Same here.” He held the front door open for her. “Moved out of my Nan’s house and into Army barracks and then into the clubhouse. I have never owned a single piece of furniture.”Taz gave a small laugh. “Similar. From Brutes house to the mother house to that house and now this clubhouse.”“Why not just come to the clubhouse?” he asked as she stopped next to a black four door pickup. Opening the door, she gave a little shrug. “My whole life has been centered around the Saints. I needed something that was not comple