 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “fussy”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The dark silhouettes of the tree line nearly blocked the taillights of Dakota’s bike from Ezekiel’s sight. The place was starting to remind him of home. Ahead, he could see the ripple of water reflected in the moonlight.
Night had already fallen before they got back to the campground to get Dakota’s motorcycle. The ranger looked a little annoyed when Ezekiel told him he was leaving. Granted, the guy might have been asleep but Ezekiel wasn’t about to wait. Dakota had someplace to be and Ezekiel wasn’t about to let her go alone. There were dangerous things looking for blood. That and the mating urge was so strong it was starting to scramble his mind. They stopped at a bar long enough for a beer and a greasy burger each before driving to this lake. Ezekiel didn’t miss the black and red cross behind the bar above the multicolored glass bottles. Then they hit the road to the middle of nowhere to sleep. It wasn’t creepy or anything. Okay, maybe this was freaking him out a little. Not enough to make him change his mind, but it was spooking him nonetheless. She stopped next to the water’s edge then the lights went dark. Ezekiel pulled up beside her and shut off the motor. She was leaning against her bike as he climbed out. “I offered to get a hotel room.” Ezekiel sauntered towards her. “You keep spending your money on motels, you’ll be broke in no time,” she chided. She motioned to the trees around them. “Will this do for you?” Ezekiel grinned as he pulled her into his arms. “I’m not fussy.” His lips caught hers as he held her tighter, feeling her melt in his arms. His whole body flared hot at her touch. Finally the mating thing worked for him. She pulled away and smiled. “Before you get excited, you might want to get to work on the air mattress in the saddlebag of my bike.” “You carry a saddlebag with an air mattress in it?” “You’d be surprised what you’d find in it. I live on my bike.” “We could sleep on the ground.” “In the mud?” “Or,” he pulled her into another kiss. She parted her lips to deepen it. The air mattress was going to have to wait. He didn’t have the patience for it at the moment. There was plenty of room in the front of his truck for two. All he wanted was her naked.
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 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “orange”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Dakota and Ezekiel rooted themselves to the side of the road until the van was out of sight. It was then he noticed the rusted gasoline cans where the vehicle had been.
“How many kids do you have?” Dakota asked. Ezekiel huffed. “None. What makes you think I do?” “That was certainly some certified daddy material there.” He smirked at her, catching as she ran her tongue along her bottom lip. “Nieces and nephews, that’s it. I’m not fertile unless it’s a full moon.” “Full moon? What’s so special about that?” “That’s when I beast out at night. During the day, I am human and up to procreate. So you’ve been warned. Now, what kind of job do you need us to do?” Dakota motioned to the house. “We need to get rid of the evidence.” “Aren’t you going to call the coroner?” “And have them do what? There is no way any law enforcement will figure out what happened. And if someone does come up with a vampire attack, it will be a conspiracy theory at best and people we don’t want nosing around these parts will show up. That’s bad news for people like you.” “So you’re saying the local sheriff has no idea why all these arson fires suddenly pop up.” Dakota paused. “He knows. He’s part of our network. He turns a blind eye and lets us do what we have to do. He keeps suspicion away from us.” “I don’t understand…” Dakota sighed as she threw up her hands. “If some crazy person suspects the vamps and turns attention on Vincent Black and his crew, they will see it as a threat. And do you know what they do with threats? They attack and innocents are killed. We don’t want that.” “You’re going to destroy those poor girls’ home?” “They will have a new one. Trust me, they won’t want this one anymore. I’ve been in their shoes. The nightmares don’t stop. They will always see the asshole murdering their parents over and over if they remain here. They’ll be okay. Better than okay. So pick up a gas can and help me.” Ezekiel grumbled under his breath but he followed her. The container was heavy and cold as he hoisted it up and followed her back into the house. He dribbled a trail up and down the hallways as Dakota saturated the floor in the living room. He didn’t want to think about what was going happen to that poor couple even if they were dead. He got back to the front door as Dakota scrapped a match along the matchbook. It flared to life. “Get out,” she ordered. “I’m right behind you.” “Dakota.” She dropped the match on the floor, igniting the puddle at her feet. The gasoline ignited blue first as it blazed through the house followed by a deadly orange flame.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “laughter”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He pulled into his spot and killed the engine, the trees around him were blanketed with the black of night. The bright glow of campfires peppered the landscape. Children’s laughter floated through the closed window as sleep pulled Ezekiel under.
He nearly jumped out of his skin at the hand slamming into his driver side window over and over. He pried open an eye then turned his head to find the source of the commotion. Dakota stood on the other side, staring at him. Why was it when he saw her, or even thought about her, he got hard as a rock? “What the…” he protested. “I need your help,” she replied. “What?” He voice slurred, still heavy with sleep. “Oh, for the love of fuck, wake up.” She strode around the nose of the truck and popped open the passenger. She climbed inside then stared at him. “What are you doing?” Ezekiel demanded. “Do I need to drive?” Dakota countered. “How’d you get here?” “I rode my bike. I hid it. We can come back and get it later. So let me ask again. Do I need to drive?” “No,” Ezekiel grumbled as he flipped the key in the ignition. The truck started with a rumble. He flipped on the headlights then carefully pulled out of the spot. There wasn’t much conversation other than the occasional direction. Ezekiel kept his concentration on the road ahead but it didn’t stop his erection from growing harder by the second. His brothers weren’t kidding. This mating thing was hell on a werewolf. He took a second to glance at Dakota. She stared out the passenger side window but she was visibly squirming in her seat. He smiled a bit. Maybe she was going through the same torture. Some little part of him hoped so. Misery loved company after all. “Stop here,” she ordered. Ezekiel scowled but did as he was told as he turned into the drive of a modest single story house. It was by itself on the side of the highway with not a neighbor in sight. No lights were on to indicate a sign of life. He followed her lead as she hopped out of the cab and stormed to the front door. She didn’t knock or anything. She barged right in. “What the…” Ezekiel hurried in right after her. Someone had to stop this crazy bitch. Just inside the threshold he froze in place. He had good news for his brothers. He found the one thing that could smother the mating lust in the matter of seconds as he stared at the bloody dead bodies lying on the floor.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week we have a picture prompt. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The waitress stared at him for a long moment before she wandered away. Ezekiel sighed as he took another drink of coffee. This was definitely a new world he was in here in the South. Here, everyday folks knew what was after them and they bonded together to survive it.
Maybe they should try that back in Duluth. It would work, except for the fact they would probably have to tell everyone they werewolves. Second thought, he should scrap that thought. A plate of steaming breakfast food was pushed in front of him followed by a carafe of coffee. A bowl heaped with mint chocolate chip ice cream smothered in chocolate sauce, whipped cream, chopped peanuts and a cherry brought up the rear like an afterthought. Ezekiel scowled, puzzled, at his waitress. “Ice cream for breakfast?” She gave him a shrug. “Something about you tells me you’re gonna need it.” She shuffled down the counter to help the other customers. Ezekiel cupped his fingers around the bowl and tugged it in front of him. The eggs could wait. Momma would have never allowed this as a morning meal, even when they were adults and mint chocolate chip was his favorite. Once he finished his dessert, his entire meal and the full pot of coffee, he paid his bill. He left a hefty tip under the plate and he studied the cross behind the counter once more. The poor woman lived in this mess. She deserved it. He made his way to the truck and hopped in. After looking up directions to Nashville on his maps app, he fired it on and sped down the highway. When night fell, he was a few miles outside the city limits. He turned off the road at a campground sign.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “evil”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  She scooped the menu out of his hands like she didn’t trust him with it. She probably figured he needed the kids menu instead. “Be right back with the coffee.”
Ezekiel took in his surroundings as he waited. There were a couple in the booth behind him having a conversation in low tones. Two men in overalls sat at the far end of the counter sipping from white chipped mugs as the read the paper. The walls were sparsely decorated in a pop culture fifties motif. There was even a jukebox playing tunes in the corner. He turned his attention back to the area behind the counter and that’s when he saw it. A cross hung from the wall stained as black as it could be. A red line of paint was drizzled in the center of each beam to look like blood. It make every hair on Ezekiel’s body stand on end. The waitress returned with the mug and a little bowl filled with sealed cartons of creamer. She set it before him then picked up a glass on the counter. She polished it with the dish towel that had laid beside it. Ezekiel pointed at the cross. “That’s a unique piece. It doesn’t seem to fit in with the rest of the decor.” The waitress gave it the briefest of glances. “It’s a symbol.” “For?” he pried. She huffed then set the glass down. “There is evil in this world, one your puny Yankee mind couldn’t comprehend. That cross indicates that this is a safe place for those that wish to escape that wickedness.” It couldn’t mean what he thought it did. “Evil? Try me.” She scoffed at him then leaned against the counter to get closer. Her smirk revealed a few missing teeth. “I don’t want to scare you, boy.” “I don’t think you can.” Her grin grew wider. “What if I told you that vampires roam this area? Creatures that will pin you to the floor and suck the blood right out of you.” Ezekial picked up a tub of creamer and tore the top off. He poured it into his coffee. “I’d tell you I ran into a bunch of them in a bar about thirty miles west of here.” Her smile faded as her eyes widened. “You escaped them?” “I did. I held my own with the help of a hunter named Dakota Ross.” A small smile graced the lips of waitress. “Ah. I see. Dakota is an angel sent from heaven. She patrols these parts enough to ward the evil off. I didn’t realize she was back in this area. She was here last week.” Ezekiel took a sip of his coffee to hide any emotion he felt at hearing this woman talk of Dakota. “Well, who knows what higher power sent her back to you.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “unhappy”. We are taking a bit of a step back this week then be on track next week. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  When Ezekiel reached his truck, he pried open the door quietly. Tossing his bag onto the passenger seat, he climbed in behind it. Firing on the old beast, he shifted into drive before he slammed the door shut. He drove down the rut filled road with branches smacking the windows, taking the corners as carefully as he could while keeping up his speed. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as sunshine filled the cab when the truck hit the pavement of the highway.
He waited until he was well south of Duluth before he checked his cell. There were seventeen texts and a dozen missed calls, all from Josiah. Ezekiel took a deep breath and hit the button to redial. “Turn that piece of shit around and get home,” Josiah demanded with a growl. “Hey, Joe,” Ezekiel replied as he swerved to miss a chunk of blown tire on the road. He nearly lost the cell phone pinched between his ear and shoulder. “How’s it going?” “Fuck it, Zeke. I’m not kidding.” “Listen, I know you’re unhappy with me but hear me out.” “There’s nothing to hear out. There’s no one there to protect you. Together, as a family, we’re safe. Strength in numbers.” “Together in the camp we’re sitting ducks. Do you have any idea what’ll happen if the bloodsuckers figure out how to disable our UV lights? We’ll get massacred.” “What are you doing, then? Running? Saving your own ass?” Ezekiel let go a surprised laugh. “I’m bringing the Book of Elvesayd home. We already have the amulet and the Heka. If we have all three, we can call the shots.” “By yourself?” “Who else is going to go? You all have families. I have no one. Josh is the only other one unmated and one of us should stay home to protect the family. Am I wrong?” There was silence. “I don’t like this.” “Didn’t figure you would.” “We can’t help you if we don’t know where you are. Turn around and get back here. You have a fight to concentrate on.” “All due respect, bro.” Ezekiel tapped the screen to end the call then powered the phone off. Tossing the cell on the seat beside him, he focused on the road. He had a long journey ahead of him. He’d rather risk death by vampire than die in a car crash. Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “door”. We are taking a tiny break from Ezekiel Hallow (he’ll be back, I promise!) to stop by Vegas to meet up with some MMA fighters. This will be the last week of this story. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The five of them made their way to their cars. Nic helped Casey into the back of Jed’s Jeep then hopped into the passenger seat. He watched his older brother as they drove down the road. Jed’s emotions were all over his face and they warred between devastation and fury. For a moment Nic had to blink back the sting of tears. Things were going so well.
Once they were all in the apartment, Jed locked the door. Reese and Jace sat down on the couch. Casey curled up on the kitchen chair where she ate. Jed paced the kitchen. Nic made his way past his brother to Casey and laid a protective hand on her shoulder. Jed stopped and glared at Jace. “Sixth sense. Now.” Jace’s face was grim. “There were two guys standing outside. I couldn’t get a good look at their hands which is a bad sign. They were far too well dressed for the neighborhood your gym is in.” “Fuck.” “Exactly.” Jed ran his hand through his hair again. “I have to call Reynolds and tell him what happened. I’m guessing those guys weren’t looking to join.” He turned to look at Nic and Casey. “Were they?” “Jed, don’t,” Nic warned with a snarl. Casey curled up a little tighter. “I don’t know anything really. Without getting a look, I don’t know if they came from Stuart. But my guess is that they did.” “What was their purpose?” Reese questioned. “Probably to smoke us out and pick us off,” Jace answered. He stood. “I’m going to call my FBI friend and see if he can help us at all. Maybe he can give me some inside information of how to handle these sons of bitches.” As he headed for the door, Jed grabbed his arm to stop him. “Make the call in my room.” “The number is at my office,” Jace protested. “Call someone to get it for you.” “Jed.” Nic watched as Jed stared Jace in the eye. “Listen. Aside from Macy and maybe Reynolds, my world is in this apartment right now and I could have lost all of you. I don’t know if those bastards are outside that door right now. So humor me, please? Stay. I need to know you’re okay.” Jace gazed at him for a moment, then nodded. He changed direction and disappeared into Jed’s bedroom, closing the door behind him. Jed turned back to Nic. “I’m going to use your bedroom to call Reynolds and the insurance agent. The gym is closed until we can assess the damage. It could be weeks and I can’t afford to rebuild or be down that long. Fuck.” Nic hauled Casey to her feet then guided her to the overstuffed chair by the window. He sat then tugged her onto his lap, cradling her close to him. He absentmindedly rocked her as he looked outside.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “fall”. We are taking a tiny break from Ezekiel Hallow (he’ll be back, I promise!) to stop by Vegas to meet up with some MMA fighters. You might know one of them... 😉 **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  “It’d be better if you were here, but it’s good. I want to introduce you to a few people.” Reese stood and angled the phone towards Jed. “This is Jed Donati.”
Jed waved at the screen. “Hi, Lily. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Casey missed her voice over the noise in the bar. Nic pulled out a chair for both him and Casey then waved the waitress over as Reese moved on to Jace with his phone. The couple barely placed an order when a small screen appeared in their faces. “And this is Nic Donati, Jed’s little brother and the reason I got called out here. And this is Casey, his...ummm...she goes to our gym.” Casey didn’t miss the smirk on Lily’s face even on video. “Just goes to the gym, huh?” “I’m being politically correct, baby,” Reese replied. “It’s nice to meet you,” Casey greeted. “Reese has told me a lot about you,” Nic followed. “Reese has told me a lot about you too, Nic,” Lily told him. “Oh, that’s not good.” “Some has been bad. Most has been good. Will you both be in Chicago? Nic’s grin lit up his face. “I definitely will.” He glanced at Casey. For a moment she looked at him stunned. She wasn’t sure if she’d be here in the morning. Despite what Jed asked, she really couldn’t stay. Staying would get him killed. She never thought about his fight in Chicago. Then she laid her head on his shoulder. “Me too. Can’t wait to meet you there.” Reese plucked it away from the couple and shuffled to his chair. “So, how is Ivy? I miss her so much.” Again the conversation with Lily was lost among the ruckus in the bar. She felt him stiffen against her like he thought she’d pull away. She hugged his arm to her as she snuggled closer to him. “Reese is so excited to talk to her. Look at the joy on his face to just see her. I wish someone would fall in love with me like that,” she confessed with a heavy sigh. He brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. She gazed up into his eyes as she shivered at his touch. “I already did.” She gazed up at him. Cupping his cheek in her hand, she pulled him to her for a long, warm kiss.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week is a picture prompt. We are taking a tiny break from Ezekiel Hallow (he’ll be back, I promise!) to stop by Vegas to meet up with some MMA fighters. You might know one of them... 😉 **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  Casey took in the bar as they stepped inside. For being an ash gray nondescript concrete building outside, the inside was clean and modern. The wall behind the wood bar was lined with logs giving it a cabin look. Plank topped tables were scattered around the floor surrounded by chairs. Flat screen televisions were mounted along the ceilings with a sporting event on each one. She didn’t miss the fact two had some sort of combat sports on it. Near the back were a couple of pool tables and dart boards.
In her past life she would go out of her way to avoid places like this. She truly believed these sort of people were well beneath her. Tonight, though, it felt like home because the men with her felt like family. Her cheeks heated up. Well, except Nic. The feelings she had for him were well past taboo for family. “Come on,” Reese urged. “We need to get a table. Lily will call any second now.” Jed looked towards the back of the building. “Better keep it towards the door. It looks like Dom is fleecing some tourist of his hard earned cash. It’s bound to get loud.” A high pitched ring sent Reese dropping into the first seat he could find. He scooped his cell from his pocket and held it up to his face. He looked like an excited kid going to an amusement park. “I guess we’re sitting here,” Jace remarked as he pulled out a chair. “Think how awkward this would be if someone had been sitting here.” Reese scowled at him then tapped the button. “Hey, Lily.” A young woman with long, brown hair was on the screen dressed in a T-shirt with the word “Buddy’s” scripted across the chest. “Hey, baby. How’s Vegas?”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “groan”. **Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.** Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The soft light of morning invaded Ezekiel’s senses as his thoughts muddled together. He wasn’t sure when he and his mystery girl fell asleep. He knew before they did they knew every inch of the other intimately.
Which was going to make this morning difficult. He wasn’t ready to leave her behind but he had a mission to fulfill. His family was depending on him and some random booty call couldn’t stop him. He was stunned to his senses by something heavy slammed on his chest. He coughed violently then pried his eyes open with a groan. His gaze focused on the barrel of a gun pointed at his face. The woman he slept with the night before scowled at him from behind it. It must have been her foot implanted in his chest because she was standing on the bed over him. “Who the fuck are you?” she demanded. “Good morning to you, too.” He cocked a grin at her as he raised his hands up to the pillow in surrender. He wasn’t the idiot everyone made him out to be. “I didn’t think it was that bad. Or do you wake up all your morning afters this way?” “Don’t fuck with me,” she warned. “I don’t know what you are but you can consider your pathetic life over.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” She turned her back to him briefly then spun back to face off with him again. One glance was enough. He sucked in a deep breath through his teeth. Her back was bare the night before. He knew because at least a couple of times he was in her from behind. Now she sported a black tribal tattoo across half of her back. It stretched from shoulder to waist and spine to rib. It had a star-like pattern except for the middle. There was a distinct claw mark embedded in the center of the design. “Holy shit,” he muttered. “Talk,” she ordered. “Okay, okay. You know what those guys in the bar were, right?” “No shit. They’re vampires. I’m a vampire hunter.” Ezekiel’s eyes widened. “Wow. That explains a lot.” The sound of a drill sergeant shouting mixed with the buzz of something vibrating broke the tension. He sighed. What fantastic timing. He pointed to his jeans crumpled on the floor. “Can you get that for me?” The woman rolled her eyes. “Let it go to voice mail.” |
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