Wednesday Words: Lost and FOUND

Wednesday came quick this week thanks to the long weekend. I’m glad I FOUND the time to seach Gravedigger’s WIP until I FOUND this snippet, in the Russian’s POV. I really enjoy it when I can drag some of the other mates into a story. 😉 I hope you enjoy this bit of the story, unedited as it is…
Stepping into the main room was like walking onto a movie set. Men in black and camouflage, all armed and covered in Kevlar, spread in a semicircle just inside the room. A handful of Nightriders spread across the room, loose and ready to fight. One man appeared to be more in charge and I read the capital letters stenciled on his bullet-proof vest with interest. ICE.

“You’re the ones who came barging in without an invitation,” Easy was saying. With a broad smile on his face and ice in his Siberian Husky eyes. “You need to explain why you’re here, what you’re lookin’ for, and you better have a paper all signed, sealed, and delivered before you take one more step.”

“Are you threatenin’ us, boy?” A local LEO barged to the front of the line, glaring at Easy. We knew this cop, all to well.

Easy held his hands out at his sides. “I’m not the one standing on private property armed to the teeth, Deputy Dickwad.”

The man puffed up even more and made it two steps before the man with ICE on his chest stuck out an arm and stopped him. “I’m Agent Nelson. We have a warrant for Sergei…” His voice trailed off as he glanced at the paper in his hand. His lips moved as he practiced my surname.

I saved him the trouble. “Rusakovavich.”

All eyes swung to me and I watched with amusement as they stiffened and the air thickened with the scent ammonia. I offered a smile any smart cop would understand was mocking.

“We have a warrant for your arrest for violation of immigration laws.”

“Is this so?” I was mildly amused.

“You are in this country illegally.”

“I am?” I had citizenship papers that stated otherwise and I was in the mood to play.”

“We also have evidence that you are involved in human trafficking, including women to be used in the sex trade.”

This charge was ludicrous, though problematic given the presence of Shiane Rourke in the Barracks. Smoke already had his phone out, texting Hardy. All of my Wolves turned their gazes on the deputy. He’d developed a hard-on for the Club the moment he’d been assigned to the Mission Springs substation.

“I assure you, Agent Nelson, I am a naturalized citizen of the United States. I can supply certified copies of my papers. As for your other charge—”

Every cop in the place tensed and fingers squeezed weapons suddenly coming up to bear on all of us. A tiny blur burst from the hallway behind me, followed by a very large and very angry black wolf. Noni was a little monkey. She scampered up the back of my leg and onto my back until her arms were around my neck, little legs clenching my sides. They weren’t long enough to circle my torso. Gravedigger slid to a stop beside me, lips pulled up in a snarl showing off all his teeth. I dropped my hand to the top of his head.

Noni, nose crinkled and eyes slitted, glowered at the LEOs. “My Roo!” she declared.

As if they’d been waiting for their cue, the door to the kitchen opened and several of the old ladies emerged. Sam, who was mated to Easy and was Noni’s guardian, stopped dead. Lainey, Ginger, and Leigh all but knocked her over.

“What’s going on?” Leigh sounded like the arson investigator she used to be. She stepped around Sam and stared down the men. I smirked. My Wolves who were mated had found strong women.

“Show us your hands!” Weapons cocked.

“Oh, for crissakes,” Sam muttered, but she held her hands out at her hips, palms facing the men.
“The bastards claim to have evidence that the Club is trafficking women for sex.”

“Smoke!” Sam chastised and dipped her head toward me and the monkey on my back. “Little ears.”

Leigh rolled her eyes at her mate. “At least he didn’t use the f-word, Sam. Be grateful for small favors.”
It gets tense from here but you’ll just have to wait until next month to read the whole story. In the meantime, have any of you writers FOUND words to share? Have any of you readers FOUND any new books/words to recommend?

About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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6 Responses to Wednesday Words: Lost and FOUND

  1. Ooo, Is it okay that I hate you just a little right now for showing me that bit of awesomeness and then telling me I have to wait a month? =op

    But I’m making you wait until August for Sleeping Ugly, so I suppose turnabout is fair play. Speaking of SU, here’s a little taste of that for you…

    “Natasha, I presume?”
    “That’s me, but…” The eyes went wide. “Holy shit!”
    I braced myself for what she would say about Gus’ appearance. I hoped he braced himself, too.
    “You’re Jeni Braxxon!” she continued as she rose. “I saw that layout you did for Cosmo last month. It was amazing. Holy shit.” When she said it again, I waited for more gushing, but her eyes no longer focused on me.
    “Oh him? Yeah, that’s the general reaction to your handiwork.”
    “My… my… what? What are you talking about?”
    The door snicked closed behind me, giving us the privacy I was pretty sure we’d need for this discussion.
    “The little curse you cast on your husband is what I’m talking about. I figured you should at least get to see how it worked.” I nodded in Gus’ direction. “Did you get your spell’s worth? I mean, I know you can’t see the full extent of it, but I’ll be happy to stop by in the morning—maybe during your shop’s rush hour—and show you how ugly I get. It’s pretty grim.”
    “The… The… rest?” Her pale face got paler. “What? I didn’t…”
    “Didn’t think he’d get so damn ugly? Or didn’t mean to get us both?” Her mouth moved but no sound came out. “Either way, Natasha, you need to make it stop or we’ll be the ugliest fairy godparents you ever had a nightmare about.”
    As I stood there with the smuggest grin I could manufacture, Natasha finally found a way to string her words together.
    “I don’t know what you think you know about me or about witchcraft, but I didn’t do this.” She surrounded herself with righteous indignation that I didn’t figure she had any right to. “Not that Gus doesn’t deserve it,” she said. “But seriously, no witch I know could have done this. Our magic doesn’t work that way. What you’re looking for is a sorcerer. And a pretty powerful one at that.”

  2. Denise Zlater says:

    I can’t wait till next month and dive into some MC wolves 🙂 Do you have a release date yet? I just finished the first 5 books in the “Men of the North series” by Elin Peer. Looking forward to book 6 being released. It is different from my usual read as it is based in 2437, I generally stick to historical, contemporary and some (your) paranormal. Right now I am reading Carolyn Brown’s new release Cowboy Bold.

    • Silver James says:

      No release date yet. Depends on when I get the MS done, when I get it back from my editor, and when my cover artist can fit me in. I’m pretty close to having it done so I can ship it off for review/edits/revisions. 🙂

  3. Kimber Michaela says:

    Messing with The Russian, there idiots with a death wish * smirking *
    I always look so forward to your Wed word.
    Have a good day.

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