PREVIEW: Dan and Rowe Chapter 8

Hey everyone~

I've been really out of sorts lately and I thank you all for being so patient. I'm sorry that my blogging schedule has been up and down as well. I haven't been writing as much these past few weeks due to the fact that I'm sleeping most of the time, but I figured that you deserved a little teaser for the next chapter. 

Before I get to that, a few things:

Yes, Master. I know everyone wanted an ending and I have almost finished the short version for the blog. When I first started the story I mentioned that I would keep the full ending off for when I formatted it for publishing. Which I know is a loooonnnggg way off, but at least this will give you some sort of closure. :) I'll post that the second week of September. 

My Telija. That will also be starting back up in September or rather I'll be finishing it. Thank you so much for being patient with that one. It's a very complicated story to write and it needs a lot of time on my part. 

Knox and Isaac. We will begin flip flopping this story back and forth with My Telija in September as Chapter 9 will be the last in the Dan and Rowe saga. Both happy and sad about that, because I love those boys so much.

Also I have been posting some of the quickies/Sexy Sunday Snacks to Lit just for fun. If you wanted to view them again, My Lit tab is at the top of the screen.

FANGSPACE...I owe you guys one hell of a post and yes, I will be getting to it this week. Fangspace probably takes more time than writing does and I haven't felt up to it to be honest. Not in particularly comical  mood as of late. Lol. 

Alright, thanks guys. Love you all. 

XOXO NIGHT TEMPEST

DAN AND ROWE CH. 8 PREVIEW

His fingers drummed over the desk. A murderous look on his face as the impatience began to build. Ghost waited for the call from J.J. He had to hear the tip one of the guys had gotten off the streets. Rowe had forbid him from dealing with Grant until after Dan’s turn was done, but J.J. was not under his rule. Fuck this, Ghost thought with a growl. Grant’s number looked back at him on his cell. Just dial, no one will know, he mused. What if they were too late? What if Grant was onto them, knew they knew about him.

He had to know where the kid was. He had to know where his…

“What am I going to do?” He threw his phone across the desk, knowing he wouldn’t go against Rowe’s wishes. The prince had enough of his own problems without Ghost creating a few more.

He whispered a plea of help to the ceiling, knowing he wouldn’t receive a reply. None of his questions were ever answered unless he found them himself. Relying on someone else when he could be out there hunting the streets was killing him. All Ghost needed was a name or a phone number and he could track that kid to Middle Earth if he had to.

Against the wall, his phone buzzed. Ghost’s hand shot out, gripped the phone, and took a deep breath before answering.

“Markos?” One word from his best friend and Ghost knew J.J.’s mood was serious. Shit was steadily flowing down the hill with no drain to let it go. Eventually they were going to be in over their heads.

Ghost closed his eyes. “Tell me.”

“Lotty got something, someone to be more precise.” J.J. was cryptic, deciding on the other end how to word it just right.

“Just tell me already,” Ghost hissed.

“You don’t have to call Grant. We have him here.”

Ghost stood from his chair so fast, the rolling seat hit the wall with a smack across the office. “What?”

“One of Lotty’s guys gave us a building number up the street, said one Uncle Grant and one kid matching the picture lived there. The kid, his nephew, is always around, watching people, talking. Always has a recorder and a camera on him. He’s been watching us, Markos. The entire time, even before all this shit started. That kid knows all about the Cartel. Lotty heard that and went snooping. Found the building, told a neighbor he needed to get an urgent message to Grant and our boys were in the front door. When Grant came home, we were waiting for him. He had no where to run.”

“I’m on my way,” Ghost growled.

“No, Markos. This is on our turf. Stay with your boys. We got this for now.”

“Your turf! What the fuck does that mean, Juan?”

“It means although I love you and you’ll always be a part of us, your loyalties are elsewhere now. They need you there and we got this here. Understand?”

“No, I don’t, and I’ll be damned if you hold onto the only key I have at this point to finding that kid. You won’t keep him from me," the Guardian growled. He heard a slight crunch under his fingers. His grip on the phone was violent.

J.J. sighed. “I’m not keeping him from you. I’m handling this while you take care of your people. That’s what being a leader means. I know you’ve followed me, followed the Cartel’s rule for so long that you don’t know how to stand apart, but things are different now. You are the leader now. You have duties, responsibilities—people beneath you that need you.”

“Why are you doing this?” Ghost found the chair behind him and sank into it.

“Because now is not the time for you to take off and abandon them for this kid. I know how you get—focused and lose interest in everything around you except for your target. I know what he means to you, if the mating thing is true, I get it. Lotty is working on Grant’s phone, the erased data, and I’m going to talk with him…nicely. We’ll find your kid, Markos. You stay put. Let me do this for you.”

Ghost’s grip on the chair was white knuckled. Although he was mad as hell, Juan was right. He didn’t have the luxury of taking off right now. He had no other choice, but to stay. “Do...do you know his name at least?”

“Ghost…” J.J. warned.

Before this ever happened, Ghost would have never thought to lower himself to begging, but now he wasn’t so above it. “Please,” he whispered hoarsely.

“Gabriel. The kid’s name is, Gabriel.” The line went dead and Ghost put his face in his hands. Unfamiliar tears slipped through his fingers. Gabriel…