 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.
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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 “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.”  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “plaid”. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  He could hear her moan as they parted.
“Duly noted,” he replied, his mouth still brushed against hers. He watched her gaze focus on his lips for a long moment before she physically shook herself out of the daze she was in. She shoved away from his grasp. “Fuck. Do you want to get us killed?” “Not particularly.” “Less talking. More kicking ass.” “Yes, ma’am.” The beauty glared at him before taking on another vampire. Ezekiel chuckled to himself before he returned to the fight himself, jacking a furry lumberjack in a plaid shirt across the chin with his fist. It only took a few minutes but by the time it was over only Ezekiel and the mysterious ass kicker were left standing. All those lying in various stages of unconsciousness on the floor were vampires. She thumbed towards the door without taking her gaze off the bodies on the floor. “Get out, now.” “Not without you,” Ezekiel replied. He watched as she slipped something out of the holster strapped to her thigh. It looked like an industrial flashlight. “Why the fuck do you care about me? You don’t even know me.” “Not without you,” he repeated with a growl. She glanced up at him, her eyes wider than before. She gave one quick nod. “I’m right behind you, I promise. Just go.” He huffed as he turned on his heel and ran to the door. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of bright light. He hurried out the door into the pouring rain. The beauty he just fought beside was right on his heels. She stalked across the muddy parking lot to a motorcycle a few feet from Ezekiel’s truck. He grabbed her shoulder before she could mount it. “You can’t ride in this rain,” he shouted over the thunder. She shrugged his hand off her. “It wouldn’t be the first time.” “Listen, my truck is dry.” She glanced at it. “Right.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “We get in your truck and what?” She gestured to the sky. “Talk about the weather?” “I just don’t want you to wipe out and have those assholes in the bar wake up and have you as a snack.” She shook her head. “That won’t be happening.” “Why’s that?” She didn’t answer. She took a step from him and gripped her handlebar.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “hardy”. Don’t forget to check out the other awesome Tuesday Tales! Click here to take a look!  The two playing pool chuckled as they set their pool sticks down on the felt covered surface and prowled towards him. The one on the left, with black rumpled hair, untucked dress shirt and wrinkled dress slacks, smirked at him. “We guys? You act as if you know us?”
Ezekiel rose to his feet, nudging his beer aside. He scanned for exits other than glass door. There were none. This place had to violate at least a dozen fire codes. Did they have fire codes in the backwoods? “I know your kind. You have distant cousins in Minnesota that are making my family’s life a living hell right now.” The vampires frowned and the one dressed like he had left his soul at the office gave a hardy sniff to the stale air of the bar. He shrugged. “You wouldn’t be the first werewolf I’ve drained dry. Your blood tastes like shit, though.” “Great to know.” Before Ezekiel could drop into stance to defend himself, the bell on the door tinkled a greeting. The entire room turned to see who walked in. He cursed under his breath. His odds weren’t great as it was and now he had to defend someone? Except there was no one there but a small puddle on the floor left by the storm outside. A second later two of the vampires closest to the door dropped to their knees, writhing in pain. That was when Ezekiel saw her. Jet black hair flowed down past her ivory face and down her back. Eyes so dark they could have been mistaken as lavender glanced at him. Her whole body, garbed in black, stiffened at the sight of him. It was the woman in his dreams, the one that made him jack off so many times before he hit the road on this trip. His cock stiffened at the sight of her. It was a really bad time for a hard-on. “Take cover,” she demanded. Ezekiel smiled at her, reassuringly. “I’ve got this, sweetheart.” She glowered at him as her fist flew out, dropping another vampire to the ground. “I’m sorry. Did you just call me sweetheart?” He bit back a groan as the two pool playing vampires charged him. For a moment, he thought the distraction was going to fuck up his fighting style. As one body thudded on top of the other, he let out a sigh of relief. “Do you not like being called sweetheart?” he countered. Her hand dropped to her thigh to produce a wicked looking knife. She pointed it at him. “I am not your sweetheart. Call me that again and it’ll be the last word you ever mutter.” Ezekiel didn’t know what possessed him, but he stormed across the bar to her and grabbed the wrist wielding the knife. He tugged her against his body, feeling hers melt against him. He pried her lips apart with his, losing his breath in the kiss as his tongue caressed hers.  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!  Lightning splintered the pitch black sky as Ezekiel bounced down the rut filled road. The pounding rain made it difficult to see what little of the road he could. He could handle all of it if his body wasn’t burning with a white hot lust he didn’t understand. It raged harder with every mile that he crept past until it drove him insane. He needed to pull over for the night before he wrapped his truck around one of the massive pine tree trunks beside the road.
He sighed with relief as the obnoxious neon lights of a bar lit up the side of the road brighter than the lightning. A few beers might calm down the all-fired beast in his pants. It would at least settle his nerves. He parked the truck then hopped out of his truck sprinting for the glass door. By the time he stepped inside, he was soaked to the bone. It seemed a little odd to Ezekiel that there was only a handful of people in the place but then again he didn’t know just how far off the map he wandered. He sauntered to the bar and plopped down on a stood. He ordered a beer from the bartender then glanced around. A chill ran up his spine. Every set of eyes were focused on him. A couple guys grinned at him like he was prey. It was then that he caught sight of something sharp and pearly white in the glow of the neon. A pair of fangs. Fuck. “What is it with you guys and bars, huh? I always pictured that you would be more wine and cheese snobs than canned beer and pretzels,” he questioned. |
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