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       In The Land of Gods & Monsters ( Jack & Colleen
       Donnelly: The Modern Verse )
   DIR By: Maggie Flannery
       Date: August 31, 2018, 2:51 am
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       “I don’t see how this could possibly be important, Jack. I mean,
       really. How does anyone think I’m a target?”
       Warm hands enveloped hers as he stood behind her adjusting her
       stance moving a leg between her legs to get her to shoulder
       width. The scent that was unmistakably him.  A heady mixture of
       tuscan leather of the shoes that matched the belt and gun
       holster he wore, the herbaceous inviting spice with the warmth
       of black pepper and lilac of his cologne and hair tonic mingled
       with the Benson & Hedges cigarettes he smoked and the metallic
       tang of the gun oil he had just serviced his chosen piece with.
       All of those things were cemented in her mind as Jack Donnelly.
       They always would be, just as she was cemented in his mind as
       the scent of home, burnt sugar and toffee of bread and butter
       puddings she made for him after a long business trip and an
       under current of the lavender soap she loved followed very
       closely by all things as baby lotion that she preferred rather
       than the expensive skincare things all the women in her social
       circle were using. The innocence and light to his dark malice.
       He, admittedly was not a soft man, he never could afford to be,
       but with his wife he was Changed. But that was always behind
       closed doors. She brought out the softer, warmer side of the
       blue eyed man that nearly every other person was terrified of.
       In the land of the powerful, the gods, and the power hungry, the
       monsters, she was an angel. His angel in the garden of evil.
       “Because you’re the one thing, the one person that means the
       very world to me. You have to know how to defend yourself. Just
       in case.”
       He hadn’t needed to finish the sentence because she knew.
       In case I don’t make it home.
       Her panic rose and her hands started to shake even with his over
       hers the tremble was there. He braced her once more and planted
       a gentle kiss to the long column of her milky white neck. Aiming
       her towards the target he noticed her face take on a hard edge.
       He could tell that she was trying to steady herself internally.
       “Breathe in and hold. Count to three, exhale and fire.”
       He felt her breathe in, her heart hammering as she counted and
       then came the bang. Smooth and fluid. A rapid succession of
       shots almost startled him. She had surprised him, as well as his
       trusted driver and assistant Jackie Flannery, by emptying the
       remaining rounds into the target. The holes in small spaced
       points around the center of the target’s bullseye.  She calmly
       turned and kissed his cheek before handing the firearm back to
       him. Jack hadn’t missed the tears that had misted over his
       wife’s eyes she studied his face for a moment before she headed
       back towards the car.
       “I’d sure as **** say she can take care of herself, Mr.
       Donnelly. I’d feel sorry for whatever poor bastard crosses her.
       Did Mrs. D. tell you she started taking defense classes along
       with the defensive driving?”
       This surprised him, he knew his wife went to the gym and they
       had talked about taking those defensive driving courses together
       but to know that she took her own safety into her own hands had
       surprised him a bit.
       “No, she didn’t.”
       “I know this might not be my place to say this but...I’d
       seriously consider taking her with you on the next trip. Even if
       she sat in the hotel room with me you might ease her mind. Even
       with all the training you’ve given her she still crumbles. When
       you pack a bag and head out it’s like she’s lost a part of
       herself, man.”
       He knew Colly was prone to feeling things deeply and he also
       knew that she would tear up if she was moved to but knowing that
       he was the cause of her emotional turmoil broke his heart. How
       many times had he called her when he was away on business and
       noticed that she had sounded down or like she’d been tearing up.
       Her voice huskier as she let loose a rapid fire succession of
       questions to him, was he safe, did his flight or drive go okay,
       was he sure he packed everything he needed? But the one
       question, that always managed to choke him up was the one she
       asked when trips had run over a bit longer than anticipated.
       When will you be home? That panicked edge filled with longing
       and loneliness. Jack Donnelly had never had a home before he’d
       met his wife. Only places where his collections of things bought
       with the money he earned were. Four walls and a roof, nothing
       more. She was his home. Wherever she was he felt at ease and
       here he was tormenting the one person he’d ever loved.
       “Maybe you’re right, Flannery. I’ll call Vitaly and make the
       arrangements. But know that I’m leaving her in your hands until
       after the deal with your brother is done.”
       “You got it, boss. Besides...you did see her back there...right?
       If Frank comes anywhere near her or moves one hair on your head,
       and probably mine too, Mrs. D’ll kill him herself.”
       “I noticed. Jackie?”
       “Yes boss?”
       “Don’t call me boss, okay? It’s Jack or Donnelly.”
       “You got it...b...Mr. Donnelly.”
       “That was my father. How about just calling me Jack?”
       “You got it...Jack.”
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       Re: In The Land of Gods & Monsters ( Jack & Colleen
       Donnelly: The Modern Verse )
   DIR By: Wolfy
       Date: September 1, 2018, 2:41 pm
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       My heart is breaking for Col right now over this one and the
       fact that she has to put up with his long absences ( not to
       mention dangerous ), and Helene is currently packing a bag and
       telling Joey to busy himself with the guys for a few weeks when
       Jack has to take his leave again. This was well done and I love
       that Colleen has secretly been helping herself without his
       knowledge, also. I imagine that would have made him all the more
       proud of her. I feel like he is an awful lot because of the time
       apart they experience so often, he must surely be proud of her
       for coping and not falling into little pieces, although as is
       made quite obvious in parts of this piece, she does in little
       ways. I love that you have included Jackie and Vitaly as well,
       these two are so fitting! for the sort of lifestyle that Jack
       leads and I love imagining the three guys going about that
       business. I'm so looking forward to more pieces along these
       lines because the dynamic of having those two working with her
       fella is in all ways perfect. I'm so impressed with this. I know
       it's only a snippet of their lives - but it's already
       approaching the favourites.
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