Cadence Teller - Parody

-- sweetheart? Everything still running smoothly?"

-- go back to it. Not even if hell froze over. "Hey," I said as soon as I was close enough. Pulling out a stool and lowering myself down into it with a relieved sigh giving my toes a little wiggle as I toed off my shoes. "How's it going, --

-- the other as I stepped inside. Kicking the door closed with the sole of my shoe. Abel might be out now, but I still rather enjoyed my trips down here. I guess in a weird and messed up way, it made me miss my old life. Not that I would ever --

-- the time. The old judgmental dicks who walked around with sticks up their asses. Although, it was always fun to pretend I worked here simply for the shock factor. Waving over to Rose with one hand while flipping off some old bitch with --

-- come along. And now look at me! Married with a kid and another one due at any minute. And the looks of disgust I got as I waddled through the doors of Diosa certainly go unnoticed either. God. That is what I hated about this place half --

-- strike me as the kind of girl who knew the ins and outs of porn but looking at me now. I don't suppose anyone would have guessed that I had made a living out of stripping for money, merely to survive one day to the next before Abel had --

-- taking care of herself, but I still promised that I would check in on her. Even more so when she decided she wanted to be included in the running of the family business and took the helm at Diosa. At first, I was sceptical. Rose didn't --

@CharmingsRose 𝔾𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜. #TRoF #SoANextGen When Abel had gotten sent down, he'd made me promise to look out for Rose. Not that she needed it. Not when she had the Teller blood, flowing through her veins. I knew she was more than capable of --

-- Wendy Case. I am a caseworker here. I am right to understand you want to sign up with us?" Gesturing towards the seating area hoping he'd take a seat so that I could find out a little more information.

-- he'd need to be as far away from his club as possible unless he wanted a shit storm of trouble. "Hey, there," I said as I approached him from behind. Making sure to keep my voice as soft as possible so I didn't scare him in any way. "I'm --

-- was the kutte I noticed first as I rounded the corner. My heart dropped to the floor as my gaze fell on the patch covering the back. Mayans. Shit. What the fuck was a Mayan doing, all the way up here anyway? Then again, if he needed rehab, --

-- you.' Perfect for me? Jesus. Talk about being cryptic. Shaking my head as I walked, choosing to ignore her comments on purpose because I was liable to snap if she said another word to me. Then she could see just how badass I could be. It --

-- height. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Shaking my head as I grabbed my clipboard and two pens and stepped out into the hallway with Jane hot on my tail, full of apologies. 'I'm sorry, we just thought this one might be perfect for --

-- person. 'We have someone in reception.' And then she paused, unable to even look me in the eye. 'We think it might be best if you talk to him.' We? Who the hell was this we all of a sudden? Pushing my chair back, I stood to my full --

-- ask me something, Jane. Go right ahead. I don't bite." I said with another smile. Why the hell I had a badass reputation here was still a goddamn mystery. So I'd been married to a biker years ago, that didn't instantly make me a terrible --

-- the mountain of paperwork that had landed there a few hours previous. I could see she had something to ask me, and judging by the hopping around from one foot to the other. It was something she wasn't comfortable asking. "If you need to --

@CrazyAssMayan Sleeping with the Enemy #DSM #SoA #MayansMC 'Hey, Wendy.' My head lifted to look at Jane, the receptionist of the rehab place where I was currently working. Gifting her a smile, I pushed my chair back slightly and set my pen down on --

"Great. It is nice to meet someone new. And if you have time before you leave, perhaps we can grab a drink."

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