Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I feel kind of like I’ve been up and down and around this week(and I’m really not much of a fan of rollercoasters myself). The kids had Monday off from school, then only a half day Wednesday because of the funeral of a teacher who died the week before. And that all threw me off a bit, but I still made progress. And I’m here with the next bit of Hawk’s story. Wraith was talking to a relative of one of the group that the Riders have been fighting with, though they’ve made a truce recently(that was at the end of Dance with the Devil). He’s relating that to Hawk & Devil here.
From the arch of Wraith’s eyebrow, he’d had the same thought. I didn’t really care right now, though. I needed to know what was going on, but he answered easily enough. “He said his relative told him they were planning to take out at least one of the pretentious vigilante assholes. His words exactly, not mine; I of course don’t think we’re pretentious or assholes.”
I nearly laughed, but it got stuck somewhere in my chest. “You don’t deny the vigilante part, though.”
“Why would I? That’s basically what we do. If the law isn’t going to help, who else will?”
Is this other group really the ones behind this? Will they accomplish what they have planned? I’ll have more next week.
And I got Chapter 9 of Staring at the Sun up on Wattpad this week, so you can check that out if you’ve been following along with Icarus & Cassie’s story.
Welcome back to the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. It’s homecoming weekend here. So, I’m trying to get this done before we head out to the parade, which my husband and son are walking in with the fire department. As for the story, I’m moving on to the next scene in Hawk’s story. One of the other Riders made a sketch from Hawk’s description of his father, so they’re keeping an eye out for him and making discreet inquiries.
I felt a hand on the small of my back and instantly recognized Damon’s touch. It was the only one that had ever sent this fire surging through me. “Maybe it wasn’t him.”
“Then, that means someone else wants me dead. I don’t think that’s comforting at all.”
From the way his hand tightened at my back, I doubted he did either. But, he didn’t say anything else. Just stood right there with me.
Will they learn anything? Is it Hawk’s father? Or does someone else want him dead? More answers to come.
And I got Chapter 8 of Staring at the Sun up on Wattpad, so you can check that out if you’d like.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’ve got a much more laidback weekend than the last one. There’s something to be said for that. Even if we did go from 80F temperatures down to 60s in about a day. Perfect weather to curl up on the couch with a book. But, first, I have more of Hawk’s story. He’s told them a little more about his father. And if you didn’t already figure that Hawk didn’t have a good childhood the first line of today’s snippet should make that clear.
I thought it had been the worst thing to feel my father’s fists and feet slamming into me then having him pushing me out of his truck into a ditch and leaving me there. Until he’d shot at me.
I hadn’t realized my hands were shaking until Damon covered one of them. I drew in a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it again. I had to do this twice more before the shaking was under control. No one even commented on it.
”What do you want us to do?”
I knew Chief didn’t mean that to sound defensive. He truly wanted to know what I thought we should do, but I wasn’t even sure. So, I just shook my head and looked down at the hand Damon still had on my knee.
What will they be able to do? Will they help? What’s going to happen next? I’ll have more next weekend.
And here’s Chapter 7 of Staring at the Sun up on Wattpad, if you’ve been following along with that.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m actually not home this weekend. We’re at a motorcycle rally for the club we ride with. So, I’m writing this up Friday morning and getting it ready to go early. So, I also may be later commenting and responding. But, for now I’m getting back to Hawk and his tale.
“I was ten. It was shortly after my mom died and before he met his second wife. He’d gotten a discharge from the military, since he was the only one to raise me.” My mouth twisted at that. That wasn’t even a good word for it, but what really was? “I don’t know when he started taking these jobs, but I’d overhear his conversations when someone hired him.” More twisting of words, since it would be better put that I eavesdropped on said conversations.
It hadn’t been the Corps that had taught me most of my surveillance techniques. It had been a survival skill in my childhood. The Corps had just helped me enhance and refine those techniques.
What exactly did Hawk see? What kind of man is his father? Where will this tale lead?
And I added Chapter 6 of Staring at the Sun on Wattpad Friday if you’ve been reading along with that.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Today is my and my husband’s 11th anniversary. We’ll be dropping the kids with his mom later today, doing some shopping, and eating dinner. Next weekend we’re going out of town for a motorcycle rally with the club we ride with(kids will be staying with my mom for that). For now, I have the next bit of Hawk’s story for you. I skipped a couple paragraphs ahead as Hawk starts his story.
I could have lost him yesterday, and I was sure he was thinking the same of me. Neither of us wanted to be so close to that happening again. “Why do you think it’s your dad?” Icarus asked. “Why would he do something like that?”
That was something I couldn’t decide on an answer for. “I could be wrong,” I said, “maybe I am. But something about it felt so familiar. He liked to set up a scene in preparation for his target. I never understood it. Well, the one time I followed him and saw just what he did.”
And I got Chapter 5 of Staring at the Sun posted to Wattpad yesterday, so you can check that out if you’d like.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to read. I had a bit of a rough start getting back into the swing of things after Labor Day weekend, but I did manage to get there. And now it’s time to share a little more of Hawk’s story with you.
That caused an uproar around the table. I felt Damon’s arm tense where it rested against me, but we both waited until everyone settled down. Then, from the end of the table, Chief said, “Have a seat, boys. Get some breakfast before you work through the tale.”
“I don’t know if I can do it on a full stomach,” I admitted.
I caught Wraith’s eye from where he sat down near the other end of the table next to Medusa. He’d been my sponsor into the club, and he knew some of my story. But, not all of it. Even he didn’t know about my father’s past.
Just what is in his father’s past that makes Hawk think this was him? Will he be able to tell the story? Will they believe him? I’ll have more next week.
And here’s the next chapter of Staring at the Sun, if you’re following along with that.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. It’s Labor Day weekend here, and also Sunday is my son’s 7th birthday. So, it’s quite a weekend. But, for now I have more of Hawk’s story to share with you. Today, I have the next 8 sentences from what I shared last week:
I felt Damon come up behind me and put his hand on the small of my back. If I was going to talk about this, it was good to have him there.
“You know we do, brother. No matter what it is,” Icarus said. Down the table, Bull and Smoke nodded their heads as well.
I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. “It’s my father,” I said. “Yesterday he tried to kill me.”
How are they going to react? How much will Hawk tell them? What will they do?
And I also posted Chapter 3 of Staring at the Sun, if you’re wanting to catch up on that.