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Weekend Writing Warriors: “Welcome to the Family”

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. I skipped over some of it, but Hawk’s father was still lingering. They managed to make it away, though. This is the end of this scene:

“So,” Barbie finally said, “I take it your father hasn’t given up yet.”
I let out a rough laugh. “No, and he’s going to be after both of us now,” I said, gesturing back to where Noah clung to his seat. “With or without getting paid for it.”
“Really,” Barbie said, glancing over her shoulder, “and why’s that?”
“Meet my little brother, Noah. And my father will consider him coming with us the worst betrayal.”
“Well, that’s just wonderful,” Barbie said. Then she turned in her seat and smiled at Noah. “Welcome to the family.”

Will everyone else accept him so easily? What other trouble are they going to face? I’ll have more for you next week.

Weekend Writing Warriors: “Not Exactly a Friend”

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 Hawk’s story, picking up from where last week’s left off(“Yes,” she said, “it’s back this way. Can you tell me anything?”)

“When we get into the cage.”
I felt Noah jerk away from me, but I barely glanced at him. “Car,” I told him, “not an actual cage.”
“Feels like one when you’re used to being on a bike all the time, though,” Barbie said, cracking a grin even though I could tell she was still worried.
“Yes, ma’am,” Noah said quietly.
“Oh, Hawk, your new friend is polite; that’s a breath of fresh air, isn’t it?”
My lips quirked up slightly at that. “Funny, Barbie, really, and he’s not exactly a friend.”
“Really, and what’s Devil going to think about that?”
“Stop, I’ll tell you everything when we’re on our way home.”

 

Weekend Writing Warriors: “From a Distance”

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 sharing from the next chapter of Hawk’s story.

Barbie was stepping out of the elevator as I pulled Noah with me into the lobby of the office building. “Gavin, I was…Who’s this? What’s going on?”

I glanced over my shoulder, but there was no one there; Dad wasn’t going to risk coming in here. If he couldn’t take a shot from a distance, he wasn’t going to do it. “We need to go out the back,” I told her. “There is another exit, right?”

“Yes,” she said, “it’s back this way. Can you tell me anything?”

Is he going to tell her what’s going on.? Are they going to get out of there? What’s going to happen next?

Weekend Writing Warriors: “With Us”

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 actually posting during the weekend instead of Friday. This may be the only not having to run around weekend we have until after Labor Day, so I’m savoring it. Anyway, here’s the next bit of Hawk’s story. I did skip over a bit of them going back and forth of whether or not the Riders could protect him. This is the end of the scene, and I got very creative with punctuation to make it fit.

But, all other words broke off as the bricks beside us splintered. The report of the shot came barely a moment later; I tugged on Noah’s arm. “Come on,” I hissed, “he already knows, please don’t go back there.”

Noah didn’t fight me; he couldn’t go back now.

“Where am I going to go now?”

“With us,” I told him.

“Not on your bike.”

“No, I can’t even ride that right now; I brought Barbie here in a car. We’ll take it back to the clubhouse.”

And I certainly couldn’t just take off on my own now, not when it could mean leaving Noah vulnerable once again.

Are they going to get away? Will the Riders even have a chance to try to protect Noah? I’ll have more next week.

 

Weekend Writing Warriors: “Protect You”

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 putting this up on Friday again, because I have another early Saturday where I probably won’t be home until late. This starts a few lines down from last week’s. Hawk is still talking to Noah. The first line is Hawk’s.

“You have to come with me.”

His face paled at that. “I can’t, Gavin. If he finds out I’ve contacted you, I’m dead, then how will I save you the next time?”

“I don’t need you to save me, little brother; I just need you alive.”

“Well, maybe I need the same, big brother. Have you thought of that?”

“Then, come with me. You can come back to the clubhouse. The Riders will protect you.”

Will Noah go with him? Will the Riders actually be able to protect him? What is going to happen next?

Weekend Writing Warriors: “Slightly Off”

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.

Weekend Writing Warriors: “Noah”

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?

WeWriWa: “Attacked Me”

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?

WeWriWa: “At My Side”

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?

WeWriWa: “Fawn Over You”

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. 😉

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