Tuesday Tales - Persuade

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We are back with Ezekiel Hallow in Featherweight (Hallow Brothers 6). This week’s word prompt is “persuade”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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“Hey.”
He pulled his hand from his face to find Dakota standing beside him. She bit her lower lip as she watched him. Despite the terror coursing through him, seeing her do that stirred a lust deep within him.
“Hey,” he replied.
“You okay?”
“I don’t have an army at home. I have my brothers. They have their mates and children. There’s my mother. That’s it. What am I going to do?”
There was a pause before Dakota spoke. “We’re going to Memphis. We’re going to stop the son of a bitch before he can reach Minnesota.”
Ezekiel twisted a little to look at her. He smiled. He liked this “we” she mentioned. She was the only one he wanted on this journey with him.
“Maybe I could persuade you to consolidate vehicles,” he suggested. “If you’re in my truck, you won’t be taken out by some asshole suffering from road rage.”
“He didn’t even get near me,” Dakota scoffed.
“Not from my angle. From what I saw, you were almost road kill.”
She scowled at him then huffed. “Fine. We need to make a stop first to store my bike before we head towards Memphis.”
Ezekiel gestured towards the street they had come from. The noise of the crowd made him shiver. “Lead the way.”
“Yeah, no. Not after all the bullshit we went through.” Dakota thumbed in the opposite direction, “I know a few alley backways to the truck and bike. We’ll only have to cross the street once and it’s at a shallow spot. Follow me.”
She led him to an alley then wove him from one corridor to the other. He hurried up to capture her hand in his. He figured she’d rip her hand away then tear his arm off to beat him with it.
Instead, she glanced back at him in acknowledgement. Her cheeks were a rosy pink.
It took twice as long to get to the vehicles but it was a quiet walk with no crowds and no drunken, amorous partygoers to touch them and make them ill. One quick sprint across the street landed them at their destination.
As Ezekiel opened the driver’s side door, he looked at Dakota mounting her bike.
“Where to?” Ezekiel queried.
Dakota big at her lip before she answered. “Not far. We’re going to LaVerge.” She fired it on and sped down the street. With a sigh, Ezekiel followed her.