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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.**
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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.”