The #1lineWed THEME of **CHAOS** pretty much sums up my current writing life. Between final edits on MONTANA MOON and updating two seperate editions–one for Amazon and the other for everyone else, since I’m publishing it in wide distribution. Additionally, I’m trying to keep up with NaNo words and I meant to do some free writing on the theme but I had a different scene to finish and didn’t get around to it. So, I’m grabbng an existing snippet and I can’t remember if I’ve posted here before or not. It was originally written based on a #ThursdayThreads prompt, which is a flash fiction challenge sponsored by a writer friend, Siobhan Muir. Anyway, this is a visit with Devlin and Kathleen–sort of, as we’re strictly in Dev’s brain. He’s an enforcer for the Boston Wolves and Kathleen…well, just keep reading. FYI, I didn’t post Kathleen’s half of this scene. Her backstory is raw brutal and there’s a lot revealed in the words that follow these. They’ll wait for the book.
Devlin took one look at her and his immediate thought was, Fuck me. She was a cop’s widow. A cop he put six feet in the ground. The guy was a wrong cop but still. He’d killed her husband. He recognized her the minute he walked in the place. She’d been all over the news a year ago. The grieving widow. The Boston Police Department let her have the glory, even though they knew the truth about her scumbag husband. Hell, they all knew. Even that bevy of hens cackling around her now. Her friends. Two of ’em had been bangin’ Tommy the whole time. And she’d been the clueless, sweet little wife. A fucking kindergarten teacher before they got married, for Chrissakes.
Their party was a loud one. What did they call it now? Bachelorette party. One of the bitches was getting married. Not Kathleen though. They’d obviously dragged her out. Decided it would be good for her to dip her pretty little painted toes back into life. She’d mourned the asshole for a year, yeah? Time t’find a new man. Dev knew the way they were thinkin’.
He also knew exactly what had gone on behind the closed doors and shuttered windows of the house she’d shared with her husband. He stalked Tommy Gallagher for weeks, as man and wolf both. He heard. He saw. And he waited. Then he followed the boss’s orders and pulled the trigger. With no regrets. Until now. Because her she was.
Once a month, the club gave the girls a night off and brought in the boys. Horny women lined up around the block t’get in. The Borus made a killin’ off high-priced fancy drinks and the mob’s lads got the chance to nail the ladies in the VIP rooms. With the widow’s group, things had gone from rowdy to chaos and the manager had called Mick. Mick called Dev. The bugger always called him to keep a lid on things. And t’kill bad cops.
Her name was Kathleen Gallagher and his fuckin’ cock let him know it was alive and kickin’ every time he saw her picture. Havin’ her sittin’ across the room where he could all but fill his lungs with the scent of her, and the damn thing was doin its damnedest to bust the zipper on his britches. His feckin’ wolf wasn’t behavin’ much better. He had t’focus to keep his animal half buried because the damn thing was scratchin’ at his skin t’come out and play. With her.
And there you have it. I can honestly say that Devlin’s emotions are a little chaotic at the moment. Writers and readers both, any chaos to share today?