Wednesday Words: Sibling Rivalry

NOTE: Crud. I  somehow didn’t get the autopost time right. Sorry I’m late. 🤦🏼‍♀️ The Wednesday before Thanksgiving. Wow. This week has flown by. Since this holiday is centered on family, today’s #1lineWed THEME of **SIBLINGS** is rather fitting. This snippet started live as a flash fiction prompt about being a prince. The two characters involved are Callum, who is the IT guru and 4th in command of the Borus, and Sophie, who’s father leads a rival gang.
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Sophie became aware of the man as the maitre d’ escorted her to a table. She’d noticed he was with a woman so she reined in her immediate interest. Once seated, she remained aware though she attempted to focus on the menu. Except it was hard when he was staring at her. Like she was the premiere entry on the dessert cart. She was so captivated by him she paid no attention to his companion. Until she heard her sister’s voice.

“What is she doing here?” The shrill tone was worse than nails on a blackboard.

Well, shit. Wasn’t that just her luck? The first man to capture her attention in months and he was out on a date with her witch of a sister. Delilah was already bitching about her presence and she braced for the confrontation she was sure would come. While she could clearly hear her sister’s words, the man spoke so softly she couldn’t catch what he was saying.

Then, Delilah sprang out of her chair and Sophie winced. Those nails hurt when Del raked them across skin. She knew that sensation all too well.

The man’s movements were almost lazy as he blocked her sister’s blow. The approaching waiter halted mid-step, clearly appalled judging by the expression on his face. He balanced a tray of food, looking as stiff as a mannequin and now plainly terrified of interrupting the drama playing out in front of him.
The man gripped Del’s wrist with apparent carelessness. Sophie let out a soft whistle. She had never seen any man look more ruthless and she’d grown up in a viper pit of alpha males. A part of her brain wondered what her father would do if confronted by that look.

For a moment there, after realizing her sister was here, she’d almost left, but the stubborn streak that kept her chin up in the face of the shit storm that was her family forced her to stay. She had as much right to dine here as her estranged sister. And wow, was she glad she had. Del was famous for her dramas and this one was turning out to be a doozy. When she’d caught that glimpse of interest in Delilah’s date’s eyes, which were focused on her, not her sister, she’d decided to stay. Not that there was any sibling rivalry between them when it came to men. Except maybe this time because…damn. By every ounce of femininity she possessed, she was aware of him. In a visceral way that touched all of her. All of her. Her skin crackled like someone was tracing sparklers over it and she would swear there were skyrockets bursting across the ceiling above her head.

She didn’t move, hypnotized by the snake-like reaction of her sister’s date. The man brushed away Delilah’s attack and then the maitre d’ and two burly busboys descended. Sophie slipped out of her seat and all but ran to the ladies room. She could miss this part of the debacle and stay out of Del’s clutches. When she returned, her sister was gone and the man occupied the other chair at her table, looking as cool and controlled as a king cobra.

He rose and held her chair. Hesitating, she felt those sparklers again. She sat before her legs betrayed her. He sat and offered her his hand.

“Callum Fitzpatrick.”

She knew the name. Irish mob. God knew he would never be a prince but she didn’t need one of those. She needed a man who would fight for her.

“Sophie McNamara.”

He smiled. And she was a goner.
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For those of us dealing with family tomorrow, I hope that if sibling rivalry rears its head, it is due to competing culinary skills, because my rolls are so much better, y’all. Just sayin’. So’re my pecan and pumpkin pies but I’m only taking rolls and the pecan. Writers, any siblings in your WIPS? Readers, are your family gatherings full of friendly competition?

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: Sibling Rivalry

  1. Latesha says:

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Silver. I usually cook the entire dinner and so there’s no competition. If they don’t like something, they are smart enough to not mention it.

    • Silver James says:

      LOL! That’s pretty smart! I’m enough of a control freak that I sorta wanted to cook everything when it was at our house, though I did open up options for sides–like my DH’s grandmother’s fruit and whipped cream salad, my MiL’s glazed ham (along with my turkey), and my mother’s sweet potato casserole. Sadly, it’s just the DH, me, his brother and SiL, our daughter, Son-in-law, grandson, the the BiL’s extened in-law family. Everyone brings something. It is a feast. And seperate seating arrangements is a good thing. LOLOL

      Enjoy the day with your family and don’t wear yourself out cooking! ❤

  2. Dawn says:

    Well no rivelry just family time…but I’m cooking a lot so better get working.

    Happy Thanksgiving.

  3. Happy Thanksgiving! I’m hell and gone from my siblings, so no worries about tension during Turkey Day. It’ll be just Hubs and I stuffing our faces. The pumpkin cheesecake is in the oven now. It’ll be hard to not eat some tonight, but it really is better if it refrigerates at least overnight. But cheesecake… :drool:

    Anyway, my WIP is all about siblings. So here’s a little snip.

    The Captain’s voice rose over the hushed crowd. “Kiprin.” The boy rose and seconds later, Fenwyn followed. “Are you still joined as you were in the womb?” Vere asked, causing a titter to move like a wave around the room. “Hush yourselves. And you, return yourself to your seat, gilly. He’ll be back to you soon enough.”
    “She’s not my gilly,” Kip said. “We’re twinned.”
    “It’s no great secret to me, Lad. Come forth,” Vere said, “and leave your sister behind.” Her words pierced Aryl’s heart. He’d been made to leave Lyra so much farther behind than Kip. “We’ll get to her soon enough.”
    He reached the platform without further incident, but Fenwyn looked like she would lose her mind and run after him. Lyra and himself had always been especially close, but the bond between these two seemed almost manic. If he’d been forced away from Lyra with that kind of bond in place, he’d have been insane by now.

    • Silver James says:

      DUDE! More twin siblings! This is giong to be such a fun fantasy to read! And yeah, is it bad that I sorta wish it was just LG and me? Turkey sandwiches and pie. Ah well. At least I don’t have to do dishes! LOLOL Happy Thanksgiving. Y’all enjoy your quiet time. And cheesecake. Yummmm. 😉

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