Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write, where we share 8-10 sentences from a project and sometimes get creative with punctuation. 😉 I’m actually getting this up Friday, because we have an all day family reunion a state away(it’s only about an hour drive, but still in another state) on Saturday. I’ve skipped ahead just a little bit. Hawk and Noah are still talking.
“He wanted me to help take you out. He still thinks my aim was just slightly off last week.”
It all came crashing down on me now. “That was you? You shot me with a fucking pellet gun?”
Noah grinned at me again. “It was slightly higher caliber than that,” he said, “but basically, yes. It knocked you out of the way of his much higher caliber bullet. Your helmet wouldn’t have even stopped it.”
“You could have killed me,” I said, a bit incredulous with how cavalier he seemed to be by this.
Noah just turned 18 and may not always make the best decisions. He definitely didn’t have a good role model in his father. But, was his heart in the right place? I’ll have more next weekend.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write, where we share 8-10 sentences from a project and sometimes get creative with punctuation. 😉 This week, I’m picking right back up where we left off.
He laughed again. “Because I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to come into town when you knew Dad was coming after you. You did figure that out, right? The Gavin I used to know was pretty damn smart, or at least I always thought he was.”
My hand fell away from him at that. I stared hard at the kid, no, young man now. “Holy shit,” I whispered. “Noah?”
He grinned at me. “Been a long time, big brother.”
Anyone surprised? What does his brother really want? Is he there to help? Or something else?
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write, where we share 8-10 sentences from a project and sometimes get creative with punctuation. 😉 This week, I’m moving a little farther ahead in Hawk’s story. He’s taken Barbie, one of the other rider’s wife, to the doctor’s office. He’s gone outside to wait for her to be done, and someone comes up on him.
I pulled farther and felt him spin. I moved faster, though. I threw him over my hip, spinning on him and shoving him back against the wall, and he…laughed?
Great, I’d had a total nutcase decide to attack me. “What do you want?”
“To try to save your life. Again.”
What the hell? “You must be totally off your rocker. You’re the one who attacked me.”
Who is this? What does he really want? Will Hawk find out?
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write, where we share 8-10 sentences from a project and sometimes get creative with punctuation. 😉 I’m continuing with Hawk’s story. Only skipping a bit ahead into the next scene. Devil is back and not letting Hawk get away with trying to push him away.
“How was Mr. Bentley?”
“Perfectly fine, as I’m sure you knew he’d be. That’s not why you sent me there. Are you going to deny it?”
I would have turned my head away, but I didn’t even have the energy for that, so I only closed my eyes.
“Damn it, Gavin. If I’d done that, you’d tell me I was being stupid for trying to isolate myself. How does it being you doing it make it any different?”
I couldn’t answer that; I knew he had a point, but I couldn’t think about it right now. I just wanted him to be safe, and there was no way he could be if he stayed at my side.
Is Hawk right? Will being at his side be dangerous? Or maybe keep him safe?
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I got to go out on the motorcycle for the first time last night. Every other time we planned to, something came up or it was raining. My mother-in-law had the kids, so we took it to dinner then took the long way back home. It felt really nice. And speaking of motorcycles, it’s time to share a bit more of Hawk’s story. I’m skipping a little bit ahead. They’re back at the clubhouse, and Medusa has been checking over Hawk and has just reminded him it will be a while before he can ride again.
“Don’t sound so enthusiastic. You know all the old ladies have a soft spot for you. They’ll be fawning all over you. You know you’ll enjoy it.”
I snorted and wished I hadn’t. I pressed my hand against my side. “You know as well as anyone it’s not the old ladies I want fawning over me.”
There was a deep laugh from the doorway, and I turned my head to see Wraith coming into the room. “Pretty sure there’s only one guy in this club that has the desire to fawn over you in the way you want.”
If you’re wondering, that one guy would be Devil. Though Devil is a bit upset with Hawk for sending him away the way he did, I don’t think he’ll have any problem tending to him. 😉
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’ve gotten farther on Hawk’s story this week. And I’m skipping just a little bit ahead in the next scene. I got rather creative with punctuation to make this fit.
I’d sent him off; yes, I wanted to be sure Mr. Bentley was still safe, but that wasn’t the reason I’d done it. He was better off away from me; all of them were, but I knew I couldn’t see that happen until I could move around on my own.
Which meant I couldn’t do anything that would keep me from healing up faster. The Riders had always been there for me when even my own family wouldn’t have cared. I’d tried to reach out to my little step-brother once, through Mr. Bentley, but I’d never got a response from him, so I could only figure my father had poisoned his mind. Maybe it was just as well; I didn’t want to know how he’d turned out living in that house.
I wasn’t sure I could live with it.
He’d been a sweet boy, but that would only make him more vulnerable to a man like my father; easily twisted and molded into what he’d want from a son. That had obviously never been me. I knew that was a good thing, that I was a better person to not fit his image, but it was what I’d longed for during most of my childhood, until I learned how vile he was.
Was his little brother twisted by his father? Or might there be something else going on? And did Hawk make a big mistake by sending Devil away? Just wait and see 😀
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m continuing with Hawk’s story this week. Picking up almost right after last week’s. I got a bit creative with punctuation to fit the rest of the scene in.
“Go on to Mr. Bentley,” I told him, “I want to be sure he’s okay. That man’s already used him to get at me once, I want to be sure he hasn’t again.”
“I don’t want to leave you,” Damon said.
I didn’t really want him to, either, but I thought it might be for the best. He was likely to get killed just for being close to me; they all might, and that was something I couldn’t live with.
“Go,” I said again, “I’ll see you back at the clubhouse.”
Damon’s eyes were dark as he looked at me, but finally he pulled back and gave me a short nod before slapping his helmet on and throwing a leg over his bike.
“Shit,” I muttered as he roared away and the truck came to a stop beside us. Damon had certainly seen right through what I’d claimed.
I doubted he’d let me get away with it for long.
What will Damon find? Will he let Hawk get away with pushing him away? Will they all make it back to the clubhouse?