Page 1 of Entangled With The Hellhound

Prologue

1 YEAR AGO

I’ve been looking for a piece of me for my entire life. I thought my mother abandoned me because she just didn’t want a child. However, I recently found out I was placed in foster care after my mother died, and no other family members claimed me.

I always knew who my mother was, so after a long search and a relationship with an ATF agent, the director, to be exact. Finally, I found out my father’s name.

The agent is head over heels in love with me, and he’s been a useful ally, so I’ll keep him around. Besides, I have a lot of use for a man in his position.

As I walk down the cold concrete hall, the noise of my clicking shoes reverberates off the walls. I look like a sexy lawyer in my tight pants suit and six-inch stilettos. After all, I needed to make a good first impression on the man who fathered me.

“Right this way, ma’am.” A guard opens a door for me, and I bat my lashes and give him a sexy smile.

“Thanks,” I purr, and the guard blushes.

It’s always good to have friends everywhere, especially correctional officers.

When I walk into the private room that my director boyfriend had set up, my smile widens when I see my father looking back at me. Once I see this man, I feel the instant connection. We have the same eyes and nose. We’ve been exchanging letters for a year, and it took me that long to get my hooks into the ATF agency.

“Glad you could make it, daughter.”

“Father, I’ve been working hard to get you out, but your case is being blocked.”

“Don’t worry about that. My time will come.”

I sigh because I don’t want to wait any longer to have my father out of jail. He’s the only family that I have.

“But, I want my family out now!” I slam my fist on the table hard.

“Little girl! You better check yourself.” My father says in a cold tone and I instantly reel in my emotions. “Listen to me. I’ll be out of here in due time. In the meantime, I have a new plan. You have a brother, and you will use your connections to get him out. Then we’ll work on me.”

My smile widens, and hope blooms because I have a brother!

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Roxy

“Ican’t believe you dragged me all the way out to bum-fuck-ville USA. And what if a serial killer is out here somewhere.” I complained as I looked around at the woodsy area we were passing through.

When my cousin suggested that I come with her to some biker bar, I thought she was joking. Unfortunately for me, she wasn’t. Not only is she serious, but this bar is in the middle of nowhere.

Why any black person in their right mind would want to go to hang out with bikers in the middle of the woods is beyond my understanding.

“You’re being dramatic, Roxy.” My cousin, Deidra, chuckles. But I’m being absolutely serious.

“I’m for real, girl. How’d you even know about this place anyway? It seems like it would be a good place for the Klan to gather then bury your body if you ask me.” I huffed, still looking out the window at the dark shadows the trees cast.

“Girl, hush. My friend Luke is a member here. There will be black people here.” Deidra laughs like she’s in the front row of the Improv. I roll my eyes cause she knows I wasn’t playing with her ass.

“Anotherfriend, Dee? How many friends do you have?” I give her the side-eye, but she continues laughing.

“A girl can never have too many friends, sis. You know that.”

I don’t say anything else as Deidra maneuvers her little Mazda down a dirt road. I’m starting to hallucinate the sounds of banjo’s when I finally see a sign of life deep in the woods of Texas.

“Thank you, God.” I breathe out, sort of relieved. But, I mean, I haven’t seen any other black people yet, so I will hold judgment until I see this friend of my cousin’s.

“Chiiile if you don’t stop being so damned melodramatic. I swear you missed your calling as an actress.” Deidra rolls her big brown eyes, and I frown at her.