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WeWriWa: “Enhance and Refine”

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.

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Fiction Friday: Staring at the Sun – Chapter 6

I’m dropping by with the next chapter of Staring at the Sun for you. We’re getting ready to head out for the weekend, so a really quick post today. Getting right into it, the beginning of Chapter 6:

Cassie found Icarus over by his bike early in the morning. “Grady, I need to talk to you.”

His hair fell into his eyes, but he didn’t look up. “What is it? Is everything okay?”

No. Everything wasn’t okay. It wouldn’t be until this whole thing with Henry was done and over. They hadn’t spoken the night before, Grady had said they would once this was over, but she had to say this before he left. “Promise me,” she finally managed. “You’ve never broken one promise you’ve made to me.”

Icarus looked up from his bike and right into Cassie’s eyes. “What do you want me to promise? I’ve already told you I’ll come back. I’ll protect Trace. I don’t know what more you want.”

Everything. She still hadn’t found the way to tell him that. She couldn’t blame him for not knowing, could she? She shook her head. “You didn’t promise. You said you’d do your best, but that’s not a real promise. I need to hear you say the words, Grady.”

Something in his face shifted at her use of his real name. She rarely heard anyone around here use it. Except for her. He stepped around his motorcycle and came right up to her. “What words are you asking for? Because I’ve tried to give you several of them, and you won’t take them.”

Shame flushed through her because he was right. She was asking him for something she kept refusing to give him. She wasn’t sure she could do it. She’d never stopped loving him, not even during all those years of living with Henry. She’d let her own fear push that love deep into a corner, but it had never gone away. Now, she feared to bring it back out. Afraid he’d be the one to turn away from it this time. Even though he hadn’t given any indication he’d ever do that.

“Promise you won’t be the one to face Henry. Not you or Trace.”

His jaw tightened. She saw the muscles in his jaw flexing and knew she’d asked him for one thing he didn’t think he could give her. “Cassie, he’s threatened you. Threatened Trace. You’re both mine. I swore I wouldn’t let him do anything to hurt you. If I don’t go-”

“I know, but you don’t have to be the one to face him. Any of the others can do it, and you can back them up.”

“It’s not any of their families being threatened.”

“You keep telling me you’re all family. If something happened to Barbie or to Raven, wouldn’t you be defending your family? Why is this different?”

He didn’t answer, but his face remained tight. Bull called out to him. He glanced over his shoulder, and she looked that way, too. Almost time for them to go. Damn it. “Grady, please. Promise me.”

If you want to know if he agrees to this promise, you can read the rest of the chapter here. I’ll be back next week with more.

WeWriWa: “Maybe I Am”

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.

Fiction Friday: Staring at the Sun – Chapter 5

I’m back with the next chapter of Staring at the Sun. This brings us halfway through the story. I don’t have much else to say here, so I’ll get right to the beginning of the chapter:

Cassie wasn’t sure what to do. It had been a couple days since that story had been printed in the newspaper. Every morning when she came out of her room, Grady waited for her. They walked down to have breakfast together, and if he didn’t have to have a meeting with the guys or take a ride somewhere, they spent most of the day together. He did have other responsibilities, and she understood.

Sometimes she preferred it. Sometimes she wanted a chance to breathe. Hard to do when it felt like you were constantly under watch.

He did walk her up to her room every night, and he kissed her before telling her good night. She tossed and turned until dawn, thinking about how much she wished they’d take those kisses farther.

What was stopping her? She was no teenager any longer. The prospect of taking that step forward was almost as scary as thinking of what Henry would do next.

Not that she would admit that to anyone. Least of all Grady. He had enough on his mind.

She stepped into the library, grateful she slipped away from Damon–Devil according to the tag on his vest and what everyone else called him–apparently taking his shift as her shadow. She let out the breath she’d finally had the chance to take. They were trying to protect her, it was what Grady wanted. Right now it felt smothering. She needed some space for a moment.

“You come in here to hide out, too?”

Cassie’s head jerked up, and she stared at the woman who stood at the other side of the room. It took her a moment to place her, as she wasn’t wearing her vest. “Molly.” Everyone else called her Medusa.

Her face twisted up. Cassie thought that was a flash of pain in the woman’s eyes. That couldn’t be right. She didn’t think the other woman ever felt any pain. She was too tough.

“Please don’t call me that,” she said. “No one does.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Cassie said. “I’m not…I feel weird using your other names.”

Molly laughed, but it didn’t sound as mean as it usually did. “I barely even think of myself as Molly anymore. The last time someone called me that…”

She ran her thumb over her left ring finger. Which Cassie noted was bare. Had it always been? She didn’t have a clue. They’d never really had a conversation before. In fact, she’d been under the impression the other woman hated her for some reason.

“Why did you come in here?” Molly asked her.

“I…I had to get away,” she admitted. “Everyone’s watching me, and I get it. But, I had to get away to breathe. And forget for a moment there’s something to be afraid of.” She sucked in some air. “I don’t know how to do that when every minute I feel terrified. Of everything.”

“Except of Icarus.” When Cassie didn’t answer, she asked, “Right?”

“Of everything,” Cassie repeated.

If you want to read the rest of the chapter, you can find it here. And I’ll be back next week with more.

WeWriWa: “Through the Tale”

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.

Fiction Friday: Staring at the Sun – Chapter 4

Welcome back, everyone! I hope everyone in the states had a good Labor Day weekend. We had a pretty laid back one here. Had some friends over Saturday for a fire and just stayed at home on Monday. We roasted some corn that was left from Saturday(and I ended up cooking and freezing the rest of it Tuesday). It took me a bit to get back into the swing of my routine after that, but I did get there. And now, I have the next chapter of Staring at the Sun for you. Here’s the beginning of Chapter 4:

 

Icarus stood in the hallway, leaning back against the wall. Cassie hadn’t said a whole lot the night before when he’d finally found her again. He wasn’t sure if she was upset he’d left her as soon as they’d gotten back to the clubhouse and hadn’t been able to find her until close to dinner. He hadn’t had too much choice in the matter.

Sure, he could have waited to tell Chief about the run-in with Henry. He figured it better they knew right away. No point in putting it off.

Maybe the shock of the run-in had finally worn off, and the reality hit her.

Maybe she did want to go back to Henry. He shook that right out of his head. She had chosen to come with them. Every day she made the choice to stay. If she’d wanted to return, any one of them would have driven her back to that house and dropped her off. Well, maybe not Icarus himself. He would let her go, but he didn’t think he could bring himself to be the one to leave her in that hellhole.

She’d never asked.

Who knows, maybe her thoughts had nothing to do with Henry or this situation. How was he to know? She hadn’t talked to him at all.

A door a couple rooms down the hallway opened, and a soft giggle escaped with it. “Trace,” Birdie said, almost affectionately exasperated. “Those pigs are going to eat all the breakfast if we don’t go down there now.”

Murmuring came from inside the room, but he couldn’t make out any words his son said. He shifted from one foot to the other, considering heading for the stairs right now, before either of them saw him. They shared a room most nights; either Birdie’s or Trace’s. Knowing his son and the girl he’d raised as a daughter from a few months old shared a bed and seeing the evidence of it were two far different circumstances.

Too late. Birdie’s gaze caught him, and her eyes danced. “Hi, Dad,” she said, nearly grinning. “You waiting for one of us?”

“Nope.” He felt his cheeks pull up. She was definitely full of something this morning.

Her gaze darted toward Cassie’s door then back to him. Her grin widened. “Got you.” At least she didn’t seem to hate Cassie anymore. They hadn’t exactly gotten off to the best start. “We’re heading down to breakfast. If there’s any left,” she threw back to Trace who hesitated in the doorway.

“Uh, Dad,” he greeted Icarus. Apparently not nearly as comfortable as Birdie with being caught coming out of the same room when both were obviously just out of bed. “Morning.”

“Less talking, more eating,” Birdie said, and finally Trace laughed, following her to the stairs.

If you want to see what happens(Will Icarus find out what’s going on in Cassie’s mind? More important, does Birdie get her breakfast?) you can read the rest here. I’ll see you back here next week with more.

Fiction Friday: Staring at the Sun – Chapter 3

I’ve got Chapter 3 of Staring at the Sun up on Wattpad now. It’s been an eventful week, with son’s birthday party Sunday, getting our internet fixed on Monday, and kids back to school on Tuesday. Then, me trying to get settled into a routine now that I have the house to myself all day once again. That shouldn’t be too difficult, just trying to figure out the best way to fit everything in. But, now, here’s the beginning of Chapter 3.

Henry Kearns stepped out of his cruiser and headed for the front of the store. He still walked with a limp, and his knee ached like a bitch almost constantly, but he’d tossed away the cane he’d been using. His doctor suggested he keep it, but fuck that. As long as he used it, the department would keep him on medical leave. He couldn’t take that anymore.

He wasn’t going to let that bastard Hartson keep on winning.

He was off duty now and should be in his recliner already, taking his weight off this knee. He’d remembered on the way there, he wouldn’t have anything to eat as soon as he walked in the door. After a year, he should damn well be used to it. Sometimes he still forgot Cassandra wouldn’t be waiting for him, putting a hot dinner on the table as soon as he came inside.

He’d taught her that lesson well.

She’d still left him. For fucking Hartson. He thought she’d learned how that would go for her twenty years ago. Should never have let the little punk out of a cell. But Sheriff Vallis had been sure he’d stay away. And, well, he had. Just not long enough. If Henry ever got his hands on Trace again, he’d pay for ever bringing Grady Hartson back into their lives.

He walked through the store to the prepared foods section. Several people lifted their hands to him in a wave as he passed. People around here respected him. As they damn well should. He picked up a small roasted chicken from the warmer and a small cup of fried potatoes. That would work. If he hadn’t already passed the diner, he would have stopped there like he had most nights.

“It’s good to see you up and about, Deputy Kearns,” the cashier said.

He nodded back at her, not bothering with a thanks or even a glance at her name tag. What did any of that matter to him?

“It’s a shame they never caught the men who broke into your place and shot you.”

Henry barely held back a snort. He couldn’t believe everyone bought that shit he’d shoveled out a year ago. He’d waited for that little punk to follow through with his threat to expose what he knew about Henry’s dealings for months. Nothing had ever come of it. Little fucker had probably only been bluffing. He couldn’t have known any of that.

He walked back out into the parking lot and heard the roar of a motorcycle. That sound always made a chill flash over him. He couldn’t help looking for the source of it. It was never Grady. Or any of his accomplices. He so wanted to take at least one of them down, haul them in, get whatever he could from them before he found a way to lock them up for the rest of their miserable lives.

If you want to read the rest of the chapter, just head over this way. I’ll have Chapter 4 up next week.

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