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Click hereThe men discussed other matters while we waited for Dale's arrival; business profits as there were several businesses within the family, a few new marriages, a couple of new births, even a few passing's. Nearly two hours had passed by the time Dale arrived, another man rushed past him and threw his arms around Sam, forcing me to take a step back.
"Little brother!" the new man greeted cheerfully. He had the same black hair and blue eyes that Sam did, only he was taller and chunky; nearly twice Sam's size. Sam gasped in surprise but hugged the other man back.
"Hey Zeke, it is good to see you as well." It didn't take a genius to deduce the man to be Ezekiel, it was the title little brother that had thrown me off. He glanced at me and immediately began advancing, hands outreached, and I backed myself right into Earl, causing me to almost jump right out of my skin. Sam pulled Ezekiel back by his shirt collar.
"Whoa, just what do you think you're doin', Zeke?"
"Her hair. I need some of her hair." My heart nearly stopped in my chest, had I heard correctly? My hair? Dale walked in and smacked the back of Ezekiel's head hard enough I winced.
"I raised you better than that. You never lay hands on someone's wife without their husband's consent, unless they're doin' something wrong. Is she doing something wrong, Ezekiel?"
"Well no, but it's so so pretty! Please, Papa, I could make something really beautiful with it!"
"You know the rules, boy. We are not here for hair today." Ezekiel's shoulders slumped and he begrudgingly turned away from me. Dale nodded civilly at Sam as he pushed Ezekiel closer to the empty chair waiting at the end of the table. Abraham exchanged a few glances with some of the others before nodding.
"Have a seat, son. Let us begin."
- COMMENTS
evebroughtanaxthistimeabout 5 years agoAND..now i'm all huge big eyes for the next chapter. A 12year old with a gun, thinking it is all grown up, can only be complimented by a man (also with a gun?)who would understand the rules of 'cowboys and crooks' when the shooting starts.
For the life of me, I can't remember whether the birth-control is still in the coffee, but she had better find another spot for it, what with all manners of minions staking their rights to her kitchen.
Thanks so much for this update!
jadewinchesterabout 5 years agoAuthorYou hit the nail right on the head! it warms my heart that you understand Arioch so well!! It is a common misconception many have. Just because Arioch is a sadist/ possible socio/psychopath, doesn't mean he can't feel affection or even his own twisted sense of love. What socio/psychopaths mainly lack is empathy. They can feel other things. Perhaps there are hidden sides to both personalities that you have yet to see!
Anonymousabout 5 years agoI don’t think it really is out of character, in some fucked up way he does “care” about Kat if only because she means a lot to Sam, and he seems to enjoy the way she challenges him (fueling his sadistic side). I also think he “cares about her” in his backwards take-care-of-your-wife-by-saving-her-soul-bullshit-way.
Anyways loved the chapter, I really like Kat’s character, and enjoyed her interactions with Skye [especially as a fan who’s been here since taken ;) ]. Keep up the good work, and I’m looking forward to the next one!
Anonymousabout 5 years agoArioch kissing her on the head felt out of character, but other than that great chapter!
