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?
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. 😉
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.
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?
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.
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.