Hey y’all. I think my writing style is changing. More action is creeping in. I like it. In this unedited snippet from my latest WIP, you’ll meet the story villain, one of them, anyway. George is Margot’s ex husband, and he’s having a bit of trouble letting go. Luckily, our Margot is something of a gangster, and for my fellow action/movie lovers, you all know gangsters run in packs. Her friends Reiko and Steele will be getting their own stories eventually. Enjoy!
“Bitch, you must think you Olivia Pope pontificatin’ like this. Don’t nobody care what yo’ skinny, black ass want. You got one use, and one use only, and talkin’ ain’t it. Or does that honkey you conned like the sound of that scratchy ass voice of yours?”
Margot stared at him, then she too began to grin. Her grin grew as his morphed into a scowl. She walked toward him. For a moment it appeared as though he would back up, but then, as she knew he would, he stood his ground. When she was right in front of him, she slapped him with all her might. He staggered, and would have returned the blow but the distinctive click of a hammer going back stopped him.
“Ah, ah, Georgie,” said a cold eyed Steele.
“Yes, love,” said an even colder eyed Reiko, her stance identical to her friend’s, arm extended, gun comfortable, cocked and waiting. “We’re just talking now. No need for all that.”
George raised his hands and cocked his head. His body suggested peace, but his eyes told a different story. Continue reading