Hey everyone! I'm back with Tuesday Tales! Today's picture prompt is "air". We're visiting Micah and Eve in my second book of the Hallow Brothers Series.
**Just a warning...this excerpt has adult language. And it's a little long.**
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"Leroy took the microphone then motioned both sides to him. Micah studied the group approaching them. They all had long, straight dark hair that fell to their waists. Each was dressed in jeans and t-shirts just like the brothers. Their deep brown eyes and angular faces looked eerily familiar. Micah frowned then shot a look over his shoulder at Josiah, Samuel and Caleb. They looked just as confused as he was.
“Where are these guys from?” Samuel questioned.
“Maine,” Josiah answered.
“Wasn’t Dad from Maine?”
Leroy grinned as he addressed the rowdy crowd. “It’s the moment you’ve been waiting for, ladies and gents. In eight weeks, these two men will step into the cage and go to war. Whoever leaves the victor will be the middleweight champ. How excited are you to see this?”
There was a roar from the mob below loud enough to shake the walls. Leroy continued. “Don’t forget to get your tickets. We’re almost sold out. You don’t want to miss this.”
Micah looked down to see Deacon’s evil grin. He sighed before taking a step closer until he was nearly nose to nose with his opponent. The smile on the guy’s face terrified him.
Leroy motioned to Micah. "On my left, from north of here, is Micah Hallow. You know him and him infamous brothers. On my left is Roman Lycan. He and his team have traveled all the way from Maine for this fight and have taken over Austin Graves’s gym to train."
Roman cocked his head at Micah and only spoke loud enough for him to hear. “So you’re Micah? I should have known.”
“So? What the fuck about it?” Micah demanded as he felt his blood run cold. “How could you possibly know who I am?”
Roman just smiled without answering. He dropped into the customary fight stance for pictures. Micah near growled. “Who the hell are you?”
Leroy nudged Micah. “Just get into fight stance for pictures, Mike.”
Micah stared from one man to the other then slowly lowered into stance. Flashes from a sea of cell phone cameras pierced his eyes. Once Leroy patted him on the shoulder, he slowly raised and retreated back to his brothers, his eyes never leaving Roman.
Caleb wrapped his arm around his shoulders and tugged him towards the steps. “Let’s get out of here. You made your entrance. Now let’s get your head figured out so you can kick that creepy punk’s ass.”
“Noah and David will meet us outside with the ladies in a few moments. We need to go,” Littlefoot added.
Micah glared one last time at Roman before following Littlefoot and his brothers from the stage and through the club. Hands reached out to touch him. Each stray finger caused his stomach to flip.
A painful grip pinched his shoulder. “The quicker you get through, the faster it’s over,” Caleb advised.
“You?” Micah asked.
“I’m about to hurl. So let’s go.”
Micah grabbed his brother’s arm and quickened his steps, passing the others. He didn’t stop until the cold winter air bit through him.
“Thanks,” Caleb said as he slumped against the frost covered bricks of the building.
“No problem,” Micah replied. “We’re the only ones struck with the same affliction.”
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