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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.**
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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.”
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.