Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Assassin's Retirement: Chapter Thirty Three, Part Two #amwriting #ION #gentleman #blogstory


Welcome back to Assassin's Retirement! Ha! Ha! This part is what gave me problems in the next chapter...


Copyright Lexi Ander


Before Alonzo could say more, there were heavy footsteps on the porch, then a rough knock on the frame of the open doorway before Beck entered carrying a very large case. Cord and Midnight, who had been standing at the kitchen bar, hurried over to take the container from Beck and set it on the dining table. Denise and Diego followed closely, carrying similar sized cases. Zane closed the door behind them, shutting out the blowing snow.

Diego crossed back to where Alonzo stood, holding out his hand. "Sorry about earlier. I am Diego Hernandez, team leader as well as Beck's life partner."

Alonzo stared at Diego's hand with trepidation as if it was a snake about to strike. "Shaman," he said with no small amount of respect. "You should not be touching anyone."

Diego's grin widened. "It took me a little while to realize that."

Beck approached, a grimace twisting his lips. "Those first weeks were rough for him."

Alonzo nodded, as if knowing exactly what Beck meant. "And yet you offer to touch me. I have been alive a long, long time and I am sure you do not understand what a boon you are gifting me. What you see through me can hurt you, especially since you are not blooded."

Originally, Zane had thought Alonzo was apprehensive around Diego, like a devout Catholic would be around someone like the Pope. But now he was not so sure.

Diego gave Beck an affectionate glance before answering, "This too, I understand—mostly. But you took one look at me and knew what I was. I have only recently come into this… this… see, that is what I don't know." Diego's expression turned beseeching, as if he desperately needed someone who could understand.

Beck wrapped his arm around Diego, giving comfort. "You could always talk to your Buela."

A flash of rage crossed Diego's handsome features, so out of place with the person Zane had seen so far. "No," he said flatly. "She lied to me for years. She let them take Hector. If I go to her, I will never be sure if she is giving me only half truths. I will not allow her the opportunity to deceive me again."

Zane scratched the back of his head. How were they in the middle of someone else's family drama? Surreptitiously, he studied Diego out of the corner of his eye. Beck was not a short man, but next to Diego with his barrel-chest and massive arms, Zane wondered if Beck could actually get his arms around Diego. He was frustrated with his lack of knowledge about Maricoxi and Tezcatlipoca's history. If he knew what had worked Alonzo up, he could help, but instead he was fluttering around, unsure how he could fix this.

"Let's do this," Zane said, breaking the stare off between Diego and Beck. "Have a seat. Cord and Midnight had rummage up some drinks. I'm going to check on the Chupacabra. When I get back, we can discuss what you think Alonzo can do for you and whether or not I think it is safe for Alonzo to help you." As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zane glanced to Alonzo. He was being a little high-handed, but he wasn't going to take it back. He was responsible for Alonzo and the guys. He could feel it deep in his core. But instead of seeing dismay or angered that Zane basically told everybody that nothing would happen without his blessing, Alonzo was staring at him with an open expression of adoration.

"As you wish, my patrón."

Zane hurried to the hallway but still heard Denise say, "Oi, mijo, your lover is bossy."

"As he should be," Alonzo replied.

When Zane entered the dark corridor, it was as if Tezcatlipoca had been waiting for him. The shadows surrounded Zane in a comforting embrace. No words were spoken aloud, but when Zane stepped back into the dim light he was sure of two things. Tezcatlipoca was overjoyed they had crossed paths with a shaman. The second, he and his tribe would do everything they could to help Diego in what ever he needed. Their futures were intertwined, just how much, Zane would have to wait and see.

He was glad that he had used the excuse to check on the Chupacabra. The sneaky bastard had somehow untied himself from the bed and though he hadn't been able to remove the rope winding around his torso that kept him from changing forms, he was attempting to pry open his window.

"Oh, no you don't. Your ride is here." Zane grabbed Duvan by the waistband of the sweats Alonzo had found for him last night and pulled him away from the glass before he broke it in his escape attempt. Duvan flailed, and Zane took a glancing blow on the check, but he quickly pinched two nerves that caused Duvan's knees to buckle.

"Zane?" Cord hurried into the room, his gaze dropping to where the Chupacabra lay on the floor. "I thought I heard something." A very small curl of smoke left one nostril.

Zane squinted, wondering how close Cord's Grendal was to the surface. Cord had said that his dragon half would awaken soon but hadn't said how soon. Quite frankly, Zane had been dealing with everything but the reason why Crimson Comet needed him. At the moment, they didn't need another crisis on their hands.


When no more smoke appeared, he said, "He was loose. I think we should take him with us." He also didn't like the thought of Duvan tied up again, especially since he'd already escaped once. He might as well keep an eye on him until he left with Alonzo's friends.


Table of Contents


Chapter One - Retirement
Chapter Two - Normal is not supposed to be this hard
Chapter Three - Caught
Chapter Four - Crimson Comet
Chapter Five - Mountain Magic
Chapter Six, Part 1 - Harbinger of a Nightmare
Chapter Six, Part 2 -
Chapter Seven, Part 1 - Stolen Answers
Chapter Seven, Part 2 -
Chapter Eight, Part 1 - No such thing as heroes
Chapter Eight, Part 2 -
Chapter Nine, Part 1 - Dead is supposed to be... dead
Chapter Nine, Part 2 -
Chapter Ten, Part 1 - Gathering Allies
Chapter Ten, Part 2
Chapter Eleven - Combustible
Chapter Twelve - Standing His Ground
Chapter Thirteen - Choices
Chapter Fourteen, Part 1
Chapter Fourteen, Part 2
Chapter Fifteen, Part 1 - To kill, or not to kill
Chapter Fifteen, Part 2
Chapter Sixteen - Maricoxi Guardians
Chapter Seventeen - Coincidence?
Chapter Eighteen, Part One - Guns Ablazin'
Chapter Eighteen, Part Two
Chapter Nineteen, Part One - Reckoning
Chapter Nineteen, Part Two
Chapter Twenty - Mercy
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two, Part One
Chapter Twenty-Two, Part Two
Chapter Twenty-Two, Part Three
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five, Part 1

Chapter Twenty-Five, Part 2

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