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WeWriWa: “What Damon Meant”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I hope everyone in the US had a good Thanksgiving and got all the deals you wanted Friday. Me, I sat at home Friday and did my shopping from my desk. Crowds and I just do not get along. Plus I got more writing done. Good enough reason to stay home. And now I have the next little bit of Hawk’s story for you.


“Where’s Dam-Devil?” Anyone there would know who I meant with either name, but he preferred having his road name used, except when we were in bed.

“He went for a run,” Icarus said, glancing back down at his paper.

“On his own?”

“That isn’t exactly unusual. You know how your man is.”

Yes, I did. That was the problem. He could be reckless, impetuous, and so damn honorable, and if my father happened to still be around and saw him, if he knew what Damon meant to me…no, I couldn’t even think about that. “You know which way he went?”

Is Devil going to do anything reckless while he is out, or will he save that for another time?


WeWriWa: “For My Benefit”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Skipping forward to the end of the scene I started sharing last week. I think we all knew where that was heading. 😉 The ending of a sweet moment between them.

When we were both spent, I rested my head on his chest. His fingers drifted through my hair, then he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “Will you sleep now?”

“Trying,” I said, already drifting off.

“Good,” he said, his hand resting against the back of my neck. “I love you, Gavin. Everything will work out.”

Devil had never been the optimistic type, so I knew he said it for my benefit. I just really wished I could believe it was true. “Love you, too.”

Is this the calm before the storm? Will things really work out? Or will there be some bad trouble coming?


WeWriWa: “Out of My Head”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I have more from Hawk’s story here for you. I’ve moved on to Chapter 3. Skipped the first couple paragraphs of the scene, but basically Hawk is laying awake thinking about what life had been like with his father(not good) while Devil sleeps next to him.

A hand slid over my hip and down my thigh. “You could turn the volume down on those thoughts, couldn’t you?”

“Sorry,” I said around a laugh.

He pulled my arm over his side, bringing me onto my own side, so I was spooning against him. He slid my hand up his stomach then finally lifting it away and pressing a kiss to my palm. I knew the laugh had been his plan all along. He seemed to be the one person who knew how to get me out of my head. And I often did the same thing for him.

“Are you still worrying?” he asked as he placed another kiss at my wrist.

Is he still worrying or has Devil succeeded in distracting him? I won’t even ask where you think this is going as it should be rather obvious. 😉

WeWriWa: “Savor Every Second”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story, and on this, my birthday weekend(double 3s on Sunday), I’ve got the last snippet from the scene(and chapter) I’ve been sharing from. Hawk has told them about the last time he saw his father(when he nearly killed Hawk) and it leaves Devil rather shaken. I got a bit creative with punctuation to get it all to fit. 😉

“Hey,” I said, “look at me, Damon. Devil,” I said, when he didn’t respond. “I’m here, he didn’t succeed. Mr. Bentley fished me out of that ditch and got me healed up. He gave me a safe place until I could enlist in the Corps, and I’m still alive. I’m not going to let him change that.”

“God,” he murmured then his mouth had latched onto mine.

I felt the other guys leave, but I didn’t care; I was here with Damon. That had to be all that mattered right now, especially with my father out there.

I didn’t know how much time we might have together; I’d savor every second of it.

How much time will they have? What are they going to do? I’ll have more next weekend.

WeWriWa: “Finishing the Job”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story. I’m only about halfway through writing this, so as long as I don’t catch up to myself, I’ll probably be sharing from this for a while. This week’s picks up a couple lines down from last week’s. I’ll probably share one more snippet from this scene before moving on to the next.

“Do you really think he knew you were the target?” Devil asked. “Surely he wouldn’t have taken it if-“

“Yes, he would have,” I said before he could finish that thought. “He wanted me dead eight years ago. He thought I was, or close to it, when he dumped me in that ditch. He’ll just think of it as finally finishing the job.”

“I still don’t get why your own father would want you dead,” Devil said. “I mean, I know dads can be assholes, but to actually try to kill you.”

Damon’s own father had blamed him for his brother’s death, so I knew just how much he understood, but this went so much farther than that.

So what is Hawk’s father’s problem(other than being a nasty, hateful man)? Is Hawk going to tell them? What are they going to do next?

WeWriWa: “Leaves One Option”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m sharing more from Hawk’s story. They’re still trying to figure out who sent the sniper after Hawk, if he really was the target.

“And you’re sure he meant one of us?”

Wraith just raised that eyebrow again. Right, we were the only ones around here known for our vigilante work, and the ones the Crows seemed to hate the most. “But, we have a truce with them.”

“And if we can’t prove they hired the sniper, we can’t claim they broke it either.”

“Fuckers,” I cursed and heard an echo of that from Damon, still standing at my side. “Did he say which one of us? Was it really me he targeted, or was I just the easiest one to lure into a trap?”

“He claimed they were going to get rid of someone who should have been dead months ago. You and Devil were the ones they planned to kill back then, and if he hadn’t been with you, he wouldn’t have been in that area, so that only leaves one option to my mind.”

Are they right? Was Hawk the sniper’s target? And was it the Crows who hired him? I may have more answers for you at some point.

And I’ve posted the final chapter of Staring at the Sun, so you can check that out if you’d like. It’s going to be a while before I have Hawk ready to start putting up there.

Fiction Friday: Staring at the Sun – Chapter 10

I have the final chapter of Staring at the Sun for you finally. After this, I’m not sure what I’ll do for Fiction Friday until I have Hawk’s story ready to go. I’m thinking about writing a flash fiction story each week, but we’ll see. Anyway, for now, here’s the beginning of Chapter 10.

Cassie opened her eyes to light streaming into the window Wraith climbed through the night before. There was no one there now, though, someone watched from the doorway. Henry, she realized turning her head slightly. Her mouth was dry, and her stomach ached. They hadn’t given her anything to eat or drink since they’d grabbed her. Now her heart sank, knowing Grady still wasn’t here for her.

He was coming. He had to be.

Henry sauntered into the room, and she tried to force her body up into a sitting position. She got herself braced against the wall, but that was about the best she could do without the use of her hands. “You ready to beg for forgiveness yet, Cassandra?”

“I don’t need your forgiveness, Henry. You should be the one asking for it. You took advantage of a scared young girl who found herself pregnant and no way to get in touch with the father. You held it against me every day. My trust in you, what I thought might be love. You used it to hurt me. And to hurt my son. No, I won’t ever ask you for forgiveness. I’ll never give you mine.”

He was in front of her in two strides. His hand shot out and her head bounced off the wall from the slap. “Do not ever speak to me like that again, Cassandra. I beat it out of you once. I’ll do it again. Don’t doubt it.”

“Oh, I never have.” She wiped the blood from her mouth on the shoulder of her shirt.

He started to leave the room. Cassie heard the roar of engines down the street and propped herself up on her elbows. That had to be Icarus. If it wasn’t, she didn’t know what she’d do. Henry apparently heard it too. He sent a glare over his shoulder at her. “I’ll take care of that. Once he’s gone, you won’t have any other option but to apologize and accept what I offer you.”

“Never,” she spit at him.

“You’ll see.” He started out of the room.

And if you want to read the rest of the chapter, you can find it here. I hope you’ve enjoyed the story.

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