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Fiction Friday: Dance with the Devil – Chapter 1

I’ve finally got Chapter 1 of Dance with the Devil up on Wattpad. I plan to add a new chapter each week. Here’s the beginning of that chapter:

I rested both feet on the ground on each side of my bike while I waited for the light to change. I just wanted to go. Of course, we still had to follow all the rules of the road. I didn’t want to be flattened, or have my bike that way, so I held back the urge to twist the throttle and let go.

It wasn’t easy.

There was so much going on lately, and my head was full of chaotic thoughts. I usually didn’t stop long enough to let any of them take root, but they were now. God, I needed to go. Just go, as fast and as far as I could. Icarus and Bull were expecting us back within the hour, so I couldn’t even do that.

After what happened to Trace on his last patrol, I couldn’t blame them for keeping a tight rein on our patrol times. It still sucked donkey ass.

Hawk’s bike idled behind me, and that had the back of my neck prickling. I shouldn’t feel that way, shouldn’t let him get to me. I’d known him a long time, and I’d always been able to feel when his eyes were on me.

Like they were now.

I shifted on my seat, keeping my gaze focused on the light, waiting for it to turn green. I ignored the buzzing phone in my pocket and everything but that light. If only the electricity I felt from Hawk could be as easily tuned out.

Finally. 

I twisted the throttle and shot through the intersection the moment the light changed. I heard the roar of Hawk’s bike behind me and something moved through me, knowing he was back there.

Stop it.

I couldn’t feel those things for Hawk. It couldn’t be. That’s all there was to it. We’d get back to the clubhouse, and we’d make our reports, then we could go our separate ways. It was the best way to keep peace in the club. None of them had to know the truth. We were only a couple guys who knew each other from the military. That was why Hawk helped me get into the club.

If they knew the truth, probably neither of us would be allowed to stay.

If you want to read the rest of the chapter, you can head over here and find it in its entirety.

Fiction Friday: Dance with the Devil – Cover Reveal

I know it’s been a while since I finished posting Come Back Down to Wattpad. Well, I finally have the next book, ready to start posting to Wattpad…next week. This week, though, I do have the cover to show you. If I ever do more with these than posting to Wattpad, I’ll be getting professional covers done. For now, these ones I make up on Canva work pretty well. Anyway, here’s Devil:

Next week, I’ll have Chapter 1 ready to share with you.

Story a Day: Day 11 – “Mysterious Situation”

I pulled into the small parking lot behind the bookstore and waited for Damon to join me. I took my helmet off as his motorcycle stopped next to mine. He eyed the windows of the store then looked back over at me. “Doesn’t look like he’s here today.”

“He said he would be,” I said, but he was right. It didn’t look like Mr. Bentley had opened the store today.

Sure enough when I walked to the door, it was locked. I glanced to the other end of the lot, where the small house sat. The rusty old pickup sat in front of the garage. It looked like he was home at least. “Maybe he’s just running behind,” I said.

But, Damon stayed tense next to me even as we headed toward the house. “This doesn’t feel right, Hawk,” he said.

“Devil, I’m sure…” But, then I felt it, too. It started as a sensation at the back of my neck, the hairs standing up slightly. I’d spent too many years trusting my instincts to start ignoring them now.

I glanced around at the surrounding houses, all in good repair. Mr. Bentley’s old truck was the only thing that stood out, everything else was taken care of, kept in almost perfect shape. Mr. Bentley stood out in the neighborhood, too. But, it had never bothered him. Few moved around the sidewalk, but it was still early.

I moved closer to the front door, my hand sliding in under my vest. maybe we were both being paranoid, but I’d rather be prepared than be taken off guard. Again.

The front door stood ajar, and it had my muscles tightening. Something was definitely not right here. I hit the doorbell, but there was no sound of anyone moving around inside. “Go to the back door,” I told Damon. “I don’t like this.”

I could tell he didn’t like the idea of us splitting up, but if someone else was in there, it would be better for us to come in from different points. he did understand that, even if he didn’t like it. I waited for him to get into position before pushing the door open.

“Mr. Bentley,” I called. “It’s Hawk. Gavin,” I corrected, since he’d never called me by my road name.

Nothing seemed to be out of place as I headed into the living room. I saw Damon coming down the hallway toward me, shaking his head. He hadn’t seen anything on his way through. Then, I noticed dirt scattered over the rug and just to the right, the pot that had been overturned, a plant crushed beneath it.

I saw a footprint in the dirt and jerked my gaze up toward the window. “Get down,” I shouted at Damon, lunging to the side just before the window shattered and something thudded into the wall behind me.

“What the hell?” Damon asked, staring at the bullet in the plaster of the wall.

I wondered the same thing. Except I was afraid I knew. But, I just couldn’t understand why. I didn’t think I’d ever run into my father again after he kicked me out. Or that he’d try to kill me. And actually put effort into it this time.

“Basement,” I told Damon. “See if Mr. Bentley’s there then we need to get out of here.”

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“I’ll explain once we’re safe. First we need to find Mr. Bentley.”

As I’d suspected, he was in the basement, sitting on a wooden chair. When he saw me, he jumped up. “Oh good. I heard him trying to get in and came down here. I hoped you’d find me first.”

“It was a trap. Come on, we need to get out of here.”

He nodded and hurried for a door at the side of the room. “My truck’s ready to go. You two can hide in the backseat.”

“We don’t have to hide,” Damon said. “We’re not cowards.”

“And you’ll be a perfect target on your motorcycles. Do you want to be brave or smart, Damon?”

I squeezed Damon’s arm. “He’s right,” I said. “We’ll come back for our bikes later. Right now, getting Mr. Bentley safe is more important. If my father is that intent on killing me, I don’t want him or anyone else getting caught in the crossfire.”

“Why do you think it’s your father?” Damon asked.

“Did I ever tell you he was trained as a sniper?”

“No.”

“Well, he didn’t always take jobs that were…authorized. Why not take one that would get rid of the son he’s always hated?”

Now, it was Damon who squeezed my arm. I glance d around as we came out of the garage, but I didn’t see anything. So, we got in the back seat of the truck. In a way, I hoped I was right about my father. Otherwise that meant there was someone else out there who hated me enough to kill me.

Damon’s hand pressed against my hip. And I realized it didn’t matter who it was. As long as he only came after me and not anyone else I cared about. Especially not Damon.

Losing him might be enough to kill me anyway.

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Day 11 of Story a Day. This one I used some of my characters from my Riders of Justice series. I’ve just started Hawk’s story, and this fits pretty neatly into where it’s headed. Devil & Hawk are the road names Damon & Gavin go by, but Hawk often calls him by his real name, especially in his thoughts(also in more intimate moments).

WeWriWa: “Yell at Me”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m sharing the final snippet from Dance with the Devil today. The two groups have come to somewhat of a truce, and the Crows have agreed to let Hawk go. So, Devil’s going to free him.

I moved until I was kneeling in front of Hawk. I wanted to kiss him, but I needed to free his hands first. His face was bruised, they probably hadn’t taken him down easily. I sliced the knife through the ties around his wrists, then pulled at the tape around his mouth.

“You damn fool,” Hawk said then he was in my arms.

I heard snorts of disgust from the Crows, but I ignored them as I helped him get to his feet. “Let’s go,” I said. “You can yell at me later.”

There is one more scene after this, basically wrapping everything up. And by the time some of you read this, the final scene for Staring at the Sun may be posted. I’m starting to get Dance with the Devil ready to post on Wattpad then I’ll start putting Staring at the Sun up there too. And I’ll probably start to share from it next week. I’ve started writing Hawk’s story, but don’t have much of it yet.

A to Z: X is for By eXample

Last time, we left Cassie finding some hope that she’ll be free and safe again soon. Today we’re back with Icarus, who is finding his own hope.

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Icarus couldn’t sleep. He’d given up on it around midnight, coming down to the living room instead. A few people had been around, but most of them gave him the space they could obviously tell he needed. He’d poured himself a glass of whiskey then continued to stare at it for the last couple hours. This was how it had strted befre too. The inability to sleep. Using alcohol and drugs to try to numb the pain. Then, Chief had arrested him. He didn’t want to know how far down that dark path he’d have gone if it hadn’t been for that.

He couldn’t do it again. He needed to keep a clear head so he could help bring Cassie home once they knew anything.

He finally set the glass aside when he saw Devil approaching him. “You think that’s better than going off half-cocked when the person you love is taken?” he asked, nodding at the glass.

Icarus shook his head. “No. Just another way of doing the foolish thing. Although your way did see Hawk safe. A lot better than this will for Cassie.”

“Only because you and the other guys were right behind me. And, speaking of Hawk, he and Wraith just got back. Chief is bringing them in here so you don’t miss any of it. He wanted me to clear the room out for now.”

“Then, I guess you’d better get to that.”

Devil gave a quick salute and went to do that. There were a few grumbles, but everyone else left the room. They’d be clued in as soon as they had a plan in place. Icarus had to smile a little despite everything. A big change had gone over Devil in just the last couple months. Ever since he’d stopped denying who he was and who he loved. He was definitely coming into his own, just like Icarus always thought he would.

Chief came in, Hawk and Wraith trailing behind him. Hawk nodded at Icarus, but his gaze didn’t leave Devil. Chief came straight to Icarus. “They found her,” he said.

His gaze shot back to Hawk, but the other man gestured toward Wraith. “He’s the one who talked to her. I wanted to take the guys on guard out and bring her out of there, but I was told I was acting just like my lover boy,” he said with a wink at Devil.

Icarus looked back to Wraith. “You really were able to talk to her?”

He nodded. “They had her alone in a room. I slipped in through the window. She was doing okay. I told her to hang on at least until morning. That we hadn’t abandoned her. That there was no way you wouldn’t come for her. She knows, man. She’ll be waiting for you.”

He took a deep breath then nodded. “Okay. What are we going to do?”

“You,” Chief said, pointing a finger at him, “are going to go up and get some sleep. You’ve always believed in leading by example. So, you need to start doing that. In the morning, you’ll take a few Riders, and you’ll get your woman back. You know what matters, Grady. Protecting the ones you love. That’s the example we lead by here. Justice only comes once that’s secured.”

Icarus drew in another deep breath. “You’re right, Chief. I forgot it a little bit, but you’re right. We get Cassie out of there, then I can worry about making sure he never comes after her again. He doesn’t get to take what I love wthout consequences.”

Chief sighed. “Not exactly what I meant, but close enough. Now, go up and sleep. All of you. We’ll get her back in the morning.”

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Will they get her back? Will Icarus get his justice?

WeWriWa: “Annihilate Them”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’ve started posting the next story in my Riders of Justice series, for the A-Z challenge(and I’ll link to the first post below). I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil today, though. Last week, we left Devil a bit desperate to get to Hawk. Today we get the decision Devil makes. 9 sentences.

“And if they don’t hold up their end, they know nothing will stop us before we completely annihilate them. I know this isn’t easy for you, Devil, but it’s what we have to do.”

I couldn’t, though. I couldn’t just ride away and leave Hawk there. He’d never do it to me.

Bull had eased away from me, and I took advantage of that. I moved quickly around him, climbed onto my bike, and started it up, kicking up the stand just before I twisted the throttle. I could hear them shouting at me, but I didn’t give a damn. I needed to get to Hawk.

Is Devil going to be able to get to Hawk? Will the other Riders come after him? To stop him or help? What’s going to happen next? I’ll have more next weekend, so you might just find out.

And if you want to read the first scene for Staring at the Sun, the next story in the series, you can find it here.

 

WeWriWa: “Destroy Him”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil, and probably will at least the next couple weeks, maybe even through April. Though I might share a couple from Staring at the Sun, which is what I’m working on for this year’s A-Z challenge(and is Icarus & Cassie’s story). For this week, I’ve skipped a few paragraphs down from what I shared last week. Devil wants to go back for Hawk. Bull’s trying to stop him. Needless to say, it doesn’t go over well.

“Get out of my way,” I told him.

“No, Devil, you have to listen to the rest. We have to do things the right way.”

“And that’s just leaving him there?” I shouted at him, even though he was right in front of me. “You know what they’ll do to him. He’s not going to walk back out of there; they’ll destroy him.” My voice cut on the last words. I didn’t even want to think about what they’d do, what they might have already done. “We have to go back for him.”

Are they going to leave Hawk? What are they doing to him? Will they get him back?

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