Page 13 of Entangled With The Hellhound

Stone

Idon’t know who the fuck the screech-voiced bitch thinks she is, but the disrespect in her tone pisses me off. I look over at the woman who thought it was a good idea to interrupt my conversation. I notice her pretty face is scrunched up like she’s been sucking on lemons.

I can tell by how she holds her nose up in the air; she thinks she’s something special. So it will be my pleasure to break the news that she ain’t shit.

However, before I can say a word, Roxy puts her small hand on my chest, and with pleading eyes, she shakes her head.

“This job is important to me.” Roxy whispers. And although she wouldn’t be the one to lose her job, I just nod at her.

I don’t want her to know I’m the reason she’s here. It would be pretty hard to explain how I knew she was a make-up artist and that she didn’t have any jobs booked. It would bring up a whole load of things that I wouldn’t be able to explain without sounding like a stalker.

Which technically, I am, but it’s for a good reason. Which I doubt Roxy would care anything about. It’s not like I can tell her anything we discussed in church. Even though it was because of her that we even knew we had a rat in the Hellhounds house.

I could tell her we’re keeping tabs on her just in case her stupid ass ex shows up, but that wouldn’t be the whole truth.Iwant to keep tabs on her. And the idea of her ex messing with her pisses me off. Even more, than him tryin’ to mess with Hounds, and that scares me.

Wire hadn’t been able to find out any more information about Raymond. It still shows that he’s in an Oklahoma prison, in solitary confinement, to be exact. Which is really convenient. It means we can’t get a positive id on him.

The fact the Louisiana chapter president, Baller, hadn’t heard anything from Po Boy since he came to Texas for the party a few weeks ago has everyone on guard. Baller left him an all-call which means Po Boy has forty-eight hours to check-in. At this point, I’m ready to ride out and shoot anything movin’, but Prez would lose his shit, so I have to wait along with everyone else.

“Stone? You alright?” Roxy’s question brings me out of my thoughts.

“I’m good. I’ma let you get back to work. I’ll see you when they’re finished.” I lean down and graze my lips over hers. Even though she doesn’t fuss at me and her eyes dilate in response to my closeness, I know she wants to say something smart when she twists her lips up, but she keeps quiet.

I stroll away, whistling because I can. I see people watching me with curious expressions, but they better get their asses back to work before I fire them. People really need to know who they’re working for. I go to the back room where a makeshift office is set up, sit behind the large desk, and pull out my burner phone. I text Wire for any updates and wait for his response.It’s a good thing he doesn’t try to be funny over the phone.

I shake my head as my thoughts turn back to Roxy. Even though I had just met her, my memory didn’t do her justice. She had less make-up on today than when we met, but I liked the look much better. Her skin had a natural glow, and it was soft as I remembered it being when I rubbed my fingers against her cheek when I kissed her pouty lips. And damn, the woman is built like a fucking coke bottle. Even though she’s wearing a pair of simple black pants with a black t-shirt with her logo on it, the outfit can’t hide her curves.

But it’s not just the way Roxy looks that draws me to her; it’s her quick wit and personality. I’m surprised Roxy hasn’t put two and two together and figured out who she’s working for. I mean, the magazine is called Blood and Stone, just like my customized motorcycle shop. However, when I called Crush to contact Dee to set up her services, I made sure neither of them said anything about me being the owner. She might not have taken the job if she knew my connection.Again stalkerish, but whatever.

I don’t know if she’ll be pissed or surprised. I don’t know her well enough to predict how she might act. But, Roxy working the photoshoot was a good way for me to keep an eye on her until I can spring on her that we will be spending a lot of time together. At least, until we get eyes on Raymond.

Rock assigned me to Roxy, so I will do that by any means necessary. Besides, being around her isn’t some punishment for me. Hell, it isn’t really the job the Prez thinks it is. I was already planning on sharing my bed with her anyway, so this little task is just an extra incentive.

“Hey, boss man. They are looking for you on set.” My assistant Marie calls from the door. I’m glad she’s here; it reminds me to ask her about the diva model.

Marie blows her bangs out of her face then tucks her dark brown hair behind her ear. I notice that she looks a little different lately. She’s dressing sexier with tighter jeans, low cut tops, and wearing lots more make-up than normal. I tick my head to the side because Marie is like a little sister to me, and I wonder what’s up with her.

“You got a new boyfriend or somethin’?” I ask. Because if she does, I’ll need to have Wire do a background check on him.

“I have my eye on someone.” Marie blushes, her light brown cheeks tinge with color.

“Well, if you’re gonna bring him around, make sure I know who he is,” I say in my brotherly tone.

“Stone, you’re so overprotective. He’s fine, I promise.” Marie wines like the little sister I treat her.

“Okay, kid. You know I’m just lookin’ out for ya.” I say with a smile.

“I’m not a kid, Stone. I’m twenty-five years old.” She shakes her head at me, and I shrug.

Marie started working for me when she was barely twenty. I will always see her as the wide-eyed, naïve girl who just needed a job. She’s been loyal to me, and I appreciate all she does.

Before I forget, I ask Marie about the model, and she tells me she will look into it. But that woman had a rumored reputation of being a brat but nothing outrageous. For now, I let it go as long as she reels in her funky attitude.

When I get half way to the set, I’m accosted by someone I’m definitely surprised to see. “Christine? What are you doin’ here?”

“Hey, baby! I thought I’d come to see you. Aren’t you glad to see me?” My ex-wife asks with a Cheshire grin on her face.

I don’t want to admit it, but Christine looks hot as fuck. Her long jet black locks and blunt cut bangs bring out her hazel eyes. Her big juicy lips are painted red, and the sight makes me lick my own.