Rings of Honor

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Tahlia would, grudgingly, give Paige credit for driving skills… only she or Simon could likely have gotten there faster. She didn't ask why the one-armed woman knew where Vicelli holed up. To be honest, she didn't much care. Her only concern was getting to Simon - keeping him alive if she could, and...

Simon stared down the scope of his rifle and the last of the gunmen on the roof fell, the smell of gunpowder filling his nostrils and setting the adrenaline flowing. Seven in total, stationed all around. He had to hand it to Vicelli. He had his shit together. The rifle would stay where it was. He pu...

Tahlia tugged the longsleeved crop-top down as far as it would go...leaving just a band of sun-kissed skin bare between her ribs, and where the tight leather pants clung just above the widest curve of her hips. She'd fallen asleep in his arms after another nightmare, and woken to find Simon already ...

Simon lay beside her for hours, chasing a slumber that would never come. The only thing he could do was stare at the ceiling and listen to her breathe. His eyes fixated on a mark upon the ceiling while his mind ran a mile a minute. When he glanced at the clock on the nightstand, it read 4:00 AM. Wit...

As the cool water washed over him, tinged pink running down the drain, Simon finally took a breath. Those battered hands propped up against the tiles of the shower. Everything hurt. Not just the physical, but something deeper. Way down inside, a dull, familiar ache had awoken. Don’t get involved, he...

Street lights passed through the windows the car, crossing the silent, blood-streaked face of Simon. His eyes were ahead and alert, but he was clearly elsewhere. The world, the life he'd built now lay behind, a smoking, burning husk. He had nothing. Nothing but her and a quiet, burning rage that cal...

The message on Tahlia's cell told her to come by. Not any different than most of the booty calls that had her over at his place time and again. It never took much for them. She'd headed over without a second thought, parking the Spitfire on the corner, since there seemed to something in her usual sp...

“Hey, Killer. Need a favor.” The screen read. Simon’s fingers moved quickly over the keyboard of his phone, typing out his reply. “Whats up?” The past few days had been uneventful, though, stressful. He spent the majority of it looking over his shoulder and drinking to numb the concerns gnawing at h...

The plan was simple. The arrogant, stupid, douchebag son of a local crime boss wanted a fight. Simon would oblige, posing under a pseudonym and allow the bets to rack up in Rocco Vicelli’s favor. Then, Tahlia would place the bet. Vicelli would go down and the two of them would make out with enough m...

Tahlia'd spent the last week and a half mostly at the house, except for her shifts at the Line. About to go stir crazy, Tahlia had ventured out to a local diner...not exactly the friendliest place, but at least they were polite. Dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, golden waves pulled over one sho...

Simon sat at the bar, mid-day, an empty beer bottle in front of him and a cigarette hanging from his lips. On the TV, a horse race was playing. Simon put down some big money on this one, and it wasn’t looking good. He bet on an underdog, and was beginning to think he might have taken a bit too large...

Simon sat, long body draped across his couch, staring up at the rafters of the warehouse he'd converted to his home. A joint smoldered, held between thumb and forefinger, as the phone went off. Blue eyes glanced upward as he coughed a bit, twisting uncomfortably and reaching for his phone on the cof...

It was supposed to be a one night thing. In the afterglow, the pair of them agreed the best course of action was to remain casual. They didn’t exactly DO the dating thing. No, they were more the find and screw as many people as they could type. Not strings, no jealousy, no commitments. They agreed o...

Another fight. Another win. He was battered and bruised, but victorious and the man needed a celebration. Tahlia's phone would blow up with a fresh new text message from a strange number. "Hey this is Simon. guy from bar lst night. makin sure this is the right #." the screen read. He wasn'...

The roar of the crowd. The cool air hitting his flesh. The smell of sweat and blood in air. It fueled him. Simon watched as the loser of the last bout was dragged, unconscious from the outdoor ring. This fight set up in a makeshift arena on the docks, shipping containers stacked around the perimeter...