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Ice and Timmy - Granite County - has been whispering in my ear. I'm going to keep writing what they're saying until they stop. (uneditied)
“And don’t come
back!”
The owner hadn’t appreciated Timmy lurking about in
the doorway of his house and chased him away. The situation could have been
worse if He had found him. Timmy’s intuition screamed that He was near.
Avoiding the glow from the streetlights, Timmy
sprinted down the sidewalk and crossed the deserted street. To avoid He, Timmy’s only
chance was to move fast enough to keep his freedom.
Timmy spun to the right, thinking the tall brick
buildings of the old industrial section of town a good place to fade into the
interior of the city. A place where people slept in boxes and were invisible to
the public while living in plain sight. Maybe not invisible but considered less
human and not worth more than a sniff of disapproval.
Pitch black bled out in front of Timmy and he hit a
wall. The blow tore his breath away, stars burst in front of his eyes, and he
sailed back onto the unyielding concrete.
Timmy curled up into a ball of misery, bracing
himself for the agony to come.
The roar of an engine and tires scraping against asphalt grew loader until they stopped behind him. A door
opened.
“Oh shit, Timmy.” Dom’s blessed voice brought Timmy
to tears.
He blinked to clear his eyes and looked up. A
figure stood before him, black blending in with the shadowed streets. A hood
covering the person’s face.
Timmy scrambled backwards, ignoring the grit tearing up his palms, until he was pressed against someone’s legs and their
hands rested on his shoulders.
“Who are you?” Domonic demanded.
Dom’s presence gave Timmy hope. Maybe He would go away.
Yeah, and moose could learn to fly.
Another set of legs appeared next to Timmy. He
looked up to find Bishop Clark standing next to Dom.
“Welcome to Granite City, Mr. Ice.” Bishop stated.
The man reached up and pushed back the hood of his
sweatshirt. Silver eyes reflected in the light from the truck’s open door.
Timmy froze.
* * * *
Ice nodded,
acknowledging Mr. Saint’s statement while watching the cowering man before him.
The man’s fear
grated on his nerves, inciting a reaction to find the person who terrorized
him. A taste, Ice’s style, would show the perp the error of his ways.
The man tempted Ice
to touch his smooth, caramel colored skin, trace the outline of his wide nose,
and bring a sparkle to the man’s dark, dark eyes. Was his straight black hair,
that reached his shoulders, as soft as it looked? Ice wanted to find out which
part of the Northern reaches of the continent bespoke the man’s ethnic
appearance.
Their gazes met and
locked. Ice let the moment happen as it was destined by fate. He had learned
long ago that fighting what was supposed to be, a folly.
If he had it in him
to feel mercy or empathy, he would have let the moment pass. He would have let
the man go on with his life, free of his presence. But there were reasons he
was called Ice. Destiny had spoken, and
for the first time he wanted more than a brief fuck.
The bottom line. The
little guy intrigued him.
Unedited
Treble stared down at his daughter. He knew his baby girl’s
stance echoed his own, arms crossed and tapping one toe. Except her bottom lip stuck
out in mutiny. The ten-year-old also clutched a toy bow and soft fluffy plastic
arrow bolts in one hand.
“Any lasting damage?” Treble asked. Damian tended to get a
bit hyper when he had to calm some parent’s asses down after Wendy pointed out
that their precious kid needed an attitude adjustment. For some reason, Damian
wouldn’t let Treble near the usually bitching whiners.
Wendy’s gaze dropped down and she became interested in
studying her shoes.
“Maybe a few bruises,” she mumbled.
Treble nodded toward the pile of soft squishy balls and the
toy gun lying beside them. “Capital punishment is a stiff penalty.”
Wendy’s gaze narrowed as she turned and glared at her
quarry. “He deserves it.”
Treble studied the gagged preadolescent tied to the only tree
in the small clearing. He decided the kid had to be at least two years older
than Wendy. At least she hadn’t humiliated some stupid sixteen-year-old this
time. He hated when the older ones cried like a baby.
“How long has he been there?”
He needed to know how long before Damian’s radar pinged, and
Treble had to send the kid on his way. The man seemed to sense when their
daughter became bored with her play and her edgier mercenary tendencies rose
into action. Unlike Treble, Damian wanted to keep the peace with other parents.
Treble thought those ideas were a waste of time.
Wendy kicked at a small rock and mumbled, “Maybe a couple of
hours.”
“What did he do?” Treble found it best to learn all the
details of Wendy’s side of the story before all hell broke loose. For some
reason, Damian thought Treble might influence their daughter toward rougher
activities. Treble did admit to relief when Wendy decided wearing frilly
dresses sucked when going down the slide. Besides, she looked good in black and
camo.
Flags of red painted Wendy’s cheeks. “He’s being mean to
Patty Pittsville.”
“Patty Pittsville?” Holy shit. Talk about abuse.
Wendy shrugged. “Not everyone can have a cool Dad and Papa.”
“You have to let him go.” Treble would catch up with him
later and explain the error of his ways.
“Daaad.” Wendy jerked one arm toward the perpetrator. “He
calls Patty fat and makes everyone laugh at her. This morning he threw her backpack
into the river.”
Treble glanced at Wendy’s thick braid that reach her waist
and tried to keep her corkscrew curls secured. Yep, there were a few pieces of green
algae clinging to the dark strands of hair.
“Let him go,” he told
his sweet, brave, daughter. Treble’s gaze held the boy’s gaze. “I think he’s
learned his lesson.”
Or he would after Treble had a talk with him.
Wendy turned, walked toward her quarry, feet dragging, and
mumbled, “You take the fun out of everything.”
Damian left his spot in the woods and rested his hand on
Trebles shoulder. Treble glanced up, noting the raised eyebrow.
“You should have stopped her from jumping into the river,”
Damian stated.
Treble thought he should point out, “She had it handled.”
“The kid is six inches taller and a lot older.” Damian’s brows
lowered into a frown. “You not only let her tie him up and drag him here, you should
have intervened sooner than a couple of hours.”
Treble shrugged on shoulder. “What fun would that have been.”
“What am I going to do with you two?”
“Love us.” To Treble’s way of thinking, that was a pretty
easy answer.
“Always.” Damian dropped kiss on Treble’s lips and slung an
arm around his shoulders. “Now let’s go see how many ruffled feathers we’re
going to have to calm.”
“Patty’s backpack is
in the garage,” Treble ran his hand over his husband’s tight ass. “If the kid
doesn’t agree to working off his shitty attitude, we’ll tell his parents what
is going on and they can replace the backpack and school tablet inside.”
The corner of Damian’s mouth twitched. “So, you’ve decided
to rehabilitate another problem stray?”
“He has potential,” Treble argued. “He didn’t piss his pants
in all the time Wendy whispered sweet nothings in his ear.”
“Heaven help us when she reaches her teenage years,” Damian
commented.
Treble would have smiled but Damian might get the idea that
Treble couldn’t wait to torture all the boys who looked twice at his sweet
little girl.
I want to thank everyone for their patience. I have tried to be upbeat about my writing but fear I've given you all false hope of me releasing a new story anytime soon.
The world of writing is vast and yet very small. For this reason I've tried to keep quiet and let the chaos behind the scenes play out.
2022 is a new year of potential ends and beginnings. I look forward to making some decisions that you, my readers, and I can live with. Please don't jump to any conclusions. We will have our answers in the next few months.
I want to wish you a wonderful Happy New Year. May your happenings be joyful and everything you've dreamed. I love and appreciate every one of you.
Bellann
It has come to my attention that pirates do their dirty work by scanning blogs. I won't go into detail and give anyone ideas.
This is why I have hesitated to post my next chapter.
After much consideration, I will post the chapter in the next couple of weeks. I hope. After my full house is reduced to Mr. B and I and the dogs.
Thank you for your patience.
