Silver James

I’m back at work on the Boston Wolves. Are you excited? I am! Today, I’m sharing a double prompt for…reasons. Mainly because for once the two weekly prompts went hand in hand from the scene’s start to finish. Well, mostly the start to the finish. Not sure it’ll be the beginning of a chapter or the end. The main thing is that I’m rereading the story so far, checkout out my “puzzle pieces” and then I’m all about the new words. I’m not too worried about spoilers because as slow as I’ve been getting a new book released, y’all will have forgotten any previous scenes. Right? Are you curious about the prompts? Here they are:**”You’re going to need this.”** and **”Why do you say that?”** Thing are, once again, self-explanatory.
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The morning had been a complete waste of his time. First it was the mix-up in the liquor order for the bar. Then there’d been a dust up on the docks and he’d made far more phone calls than should have been necessary to clear it up. Brian Boru called needing information on some possible business partners. While the old man left most of the work that came with running the organization to Ronan, he still kept his hand in the pot—usually the illegal stuff. Brian knew Ronan was working to take the mob legit—at least as much as possible. There’d always been lines that not even Brian would cross—human trafficking the biggest. The information Ronan had gathered meant he and the boys would have to deal with the gang making this new business proposal. And that meant handling it the old way.

Ronan looked up as his brother entered the office. Without a word, Mick strode to the built-in bar, snagged an Irish crystal highball glass and poured a generous splash of Irish whiskey into it. Still silent, he approached the desk and set the drink in front of Ronan.

“What’s this then?” he asked.

“Drink it.”

“And why should I be drinkin’ in the middle of the day?”

“You’re going to need that.”

He didn’t touch the glass but he leaned forward, his entire attention focused on Mick. “What’s happened?”

“Nothing. Yet.”

“Just a guess here, but I’m thinkin’ yet must be the operative word.”

“Aye, Ronan.”

“Who died?”

“No one. Yet.”

“And there’s that word again. Fine. Who needs killing then?”

Mick snorted out a laugh. “Now that ’twould be a long list, yeah?”

Ronan leveled an alpha stare on his brother. “I’ve got actual work t’be doin’, Mick. Spill it or get on with yer day and leave me in peace.”

Mick returned to the bar and poured whiskey into a second glass. He tossed it back before he faced Ronan. “It’s the Brannigan woman.”

Ronan went very still. Under his icy stare, Mick grabbed the untouched glass he’d placed in front of his brother and drained it too. Sadly, as a Wolf, the alcohol was more for show and taste than any sort of actual palliative effect. He briefly met his brother’s gaze then lowered his eyes.

“What about Maura?” Ronan’s voice was all teeth and claws.

“Someone wants her dead.”

“And why do you say that?”

“I say it because the grapevine is fairly hummin’ with it. Big money, too. It’d hav’ta be a rich pot considering she’s an assistant district attorney.”

“Who?” The word was barely understandable, far more wolfish snarl than human speech.

“I don’t know yet, but I’ve got Fitz workin’ on it. He’s already lurkin’ about the dark web peekin’ into the blackest corners.”

Callum “Fitz” Fitzpatrick was a computer genius and one of Ronan’s lieutenants. He’d ferret out the bloody wankers and then Ronan would personally hunt them down and rip out their throats.

“I can put a man on her, Ronan, but considering who she is, he can’t shadow her everywhere. We’ll find them, keep her safe.”

“Aye. We’ll find them,” Ronan promised. “Then we’ll hunt them.”

End of story.
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This fits so perfectly into a part of the story that I was fairly bouncing when I wrote the first scene and then continued it. I know excactly where it goes and have scenes before and after it. I’m so happy to be “shipping up to Boston” once again. These Wolves have been on hold for way too long and their story is all but vibrating to leave my brain and appear on the monitor.  Writers, what project are you anxious to get back to? (And yes, feel free to use the prompts!) Readers, I’ll make it easy for you. What are you currently reading? I’m off to work. Later, taters!