Page 10 of Entangled With The Hellhound

Wire sits down in a chair and pulls out his phone before reading the information out loud, “Raymond Frazier is logged as still being in the Mack Alford Correctional Center in Atoka, Oklahoma. Three years into a thirty-five-year bid.”

I crinkle my face in confusion. Maybe, Roxy was mistaken about who she saw because Raymond is in jail. But her freak out was genuine. She was definitely scared of whoever it was she saw.

“So, who the hell was here at the clubhouse?” Ace asks my question out loud.

“I said he was logged into the prison. I didn’t say his ass was actually there.” Wire smirks, and I can’t help but sigh.This motherfucker really thinks he’s funny.

“Cut the bullshit, Wire. Who the fuck are we dealing with?” Bishop speaks up; his eyes are narrowed at the ginger-headed bastard.

“No bullshit, VP.” Wire says but I can tell there’s more.

“Okay, if he’s not logged in, at least where’s his file. Mugshot and shit?” Ace says.

“No mugshot or record anywhere. It took me hacking several government systems before I even found where he was logged.”

“That can’t be good news.” I mumble.

“Nope,” Wire shakes his head, “I’m not sure which agency he’s sucking dick for, but his ass is officially in the clink. There were several alias I found though, Kirk Johnson, Steven Lewis, and Max Smith.”

“So, how’d he get in our territory? It ain’t like a motherfucka can just walk up in here without an invite.” Big Black scowls as he looks around the room.

I was thinking the same thing. I hope to God we don’t have another traitor in our midst. The shit that Lip pulled had us clearing house. As an enforcer, I didn’t get any fucking sleep. Not that I complained, all the killing helped the blood lust.

“Kirk Johnson definitely came in with Po Boy.” Big Country’s answer makes me let out a loud groan.

Po Boy is from our Louisiana chapter. It’s been a bunch of shit from them lately. And now one of the “Alphabet boys” are on their asses. ATF, FBI, CIA, who the fuck knows which one, shit maybe all of them.

“I saw that dude,” I say.

I don’t care if his name is Kirk or Raymond. Hell, it can be Beetlejuice for all I care. That motherfucker is a dead man.

“We keep eyes on the sneaky asshole until we know who he’s working for. I want to know how many times he takes a fucking shit. You feel me? It was a reason he was here tonight. He just didn’t figure anybody would recognize his snake ass.”

“Did he see Roxy?” I ask. Because I was distracted by her freak-out and didn’t get a chance to see if Raymond noticed her or not.

“Nah. If he did, he didn’t act like it. We’ll be watching him to make sure he doesn’t come within fifty feet of her.” Big Country says in his slow drawl.

A knock on the door interrupts our conversation. All talking stops as a prospect sticks his head in the door.

“Hey, Prez. Po Boy left about two hours ago. The whole crew left with him.” Rock nods at the prospect, and he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

“Get in touch with Baller, but only tell him the basics. Keep an eye on Po Boy and his little friend. For now, we keep our suspicions in house. And Stone,” Rock looks at me with a smirk, “I need you to stay close to Roxy.”

My smile is wide when I reply, “I sure as fuck will, Prez.”

5

Roxy

It’s been a couple of weeks since my wild night out with my cousin, and I still can’t stop thinking about everything that happened. I was pleasantly surprised that I had such a good time with the Hellhounds. I still can’t believe I saw Raymond while I was out in the woods drinking and partying. Of all places to see the one person, I despise most in the world. I shake my head at the thought.

Stone still hadn’t contacted me, and although I’m a little disappointed, I can’t say that I’m surprised. I was probably just a distraction, somebody to just party with for the night. However, I thought maybe, just maybe, it meant more than that, especially after the fiery kiss we shared.

I haven’t had anyone kiss me like that in… shit, I’ve never had anybody kiss me like that. It’s probably why I can’t think about anything else. I have to work on a magazine shoot today, and my focus is off.

I need to get my mind off of that weekend and on my bag. Money on my mind and mind on my money and all that jazz.

“Hey, Rox. You ready for today?” Chase asks as he sets up some of the lights on the ground. I’ve worked with him on several shoots, and he’s a really good guy that knows what he’s doing.