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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “frozen”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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“Are you okay? she asked. She brushed a few stray locks from his forehead.
“Been better. You?” he countered.
“Still feel like I could puke.”
“It’ll pass. You might try to eat. Strange, it sort of helped me.”
“What the fuck happened?”
“We’re mated. This thing keeps us from cheating on our mates.”
“Another way you’ve fucked up my life in a very short time.”
“Don’t start keeping track now. I have lots of time to keep fucking it up. I’m just getting started. Now, where are we going?”
Dakota gestured up the street as she started walking away from him. “It’s up here a bit. It’s just a little hole in the wall shop.”
He jogged a little to catch up with her. “So how many contacts do you have? Here. The middle of bumfuck, Egypt.”
“When exactly were we in Egypt?”
“Okay, then. Bumfuck, Tennessee.”
Dakota glanced at him long enough for him to see her roll her eyes. “I wouldn’t consider this a contact. Ryan is more of a double agent so you might want to be ready to fight your way out.”
“So he works with vampires?”
“Sweetheart, he is a vampire.”
Ezekiel stopped frozen in the street and gaped at her. “We’re walking into a smoke shop run by a fucking vampire? Have you lost your mind?”
She turned to him as she stopped at a glass and wood carved door. One delicate hand gripped the door handle as the other reached to her thigh for her knife. “Zeke, we have an agreement. And if he breaks it, the odds are far better than they were in that bar where we met. So are you coming?” She pulled open the door and slipped inside.
Ezekiel sighed as he hurried to catch the door before it shut. He followed her in. “Do I have a choice?”
The tiny store was dark, the walls lined with deep stained wood shelves holding jars of chocolate colored dried out leaves. A display case towards back held smoking paraphernalia of all sorts including ones meant for illegal substances. Ezekiel had seen ones like them being used at the club. Not that he had ever used one. He preferred getting a high other ways like in the gym or naked with Dakota.
A scrawny twenty-something kid wandered out through the beaded curtain that partitioned off the back from the showroom. His greasy hair came down in his eyes. He carried a rough wooden box between his hands like a treasure.
“Hey, Ryan,” Dakota greeted.
Ryan looked up at her spooked. He stumbled back a step as he let go of the box. It crashed to the floor, splintering into pieces. The leaves inside, a shade or two lighter with a tinge of emerald green, scattered over the black tile floor.
“Fuck, Dakota. I just got those. That was some prime stock. You just cost me thousands of dollars. How am I supposed to retire now?” Ryan protested.