Page 18 of Entangled With The Hellhound

Stone

Roxy thinks she’s slick. Her ass did her best to avoid me by leaving with Chase, but I already know he’s not interested in her. Because even though most of the people on set didn’t know who I was, the photographer and his assistant, Chase, definitely knew. So, when I texted him about where they were going, he was all too willing to tell me. He also let me know that Roxy went home.

Which is why I am on my way to her apartment. She didn’t give me a chance to explain how the Hounds planned on putting her under our protection, so she will just have to be surprised. I didn’t want to spring anything on her and potentially scare her, but it is what it is now that she ran from me.

I park my truck right in front of Roxy’s building and climb out with my bag. I stroll to her door, taking my time to take in my surroundings. The complex is nice, but it definitely lacks any type of security. Even though there’s a gate, it was left open, and anyone could drive through it just like I did.

There’s also no sign of a security guard even though I passed a guardhouse on the inside of the gate. I don’t even see any signs that there is a guard on duty.

I beat loudly on the door like I’m the police, and I hear Roxy moving before she calls out “coming.” She doesn’t sound surprised that someone is at her door, and I don’t know who she thinks is here, but for her sake, she better not be expecting another man. I haven’t staked my claim on her yet, but I’m here to make things clear.

I don’t know why she took off, but Roxy better not fucking run from me again. I can already tell she’s stubborn as fuck. And I know I’m gonna end up chasin’ her ass, but damn what an ass to chase!

“Who is it?” Roxy yells.

“Open the door, Roxanne.” I holler back, but not too loud. I don’t want to scare her. I already showed up at her house without her telling me where she lived, and with my overnight bag, there’s no need for me to look like the total psycho that I am… yet.

The door cracks open, and a wide-eyed Roxy stands behind it. She acts like she can keep me from coming in with that flimsy ass chain she has for security. I shake my head at the severe lack of security around here; I now see why I have to stay here with her.

“What are you doing here, Stone?” Roxy asks as she tries and fails to peek around me.

I’m a large man at six-five and a solid two hundred and seventy-five pounds. Her short ass wouldn’t be able to see around me if she had a step stool.

“I’m here for you, Roxy.” I eye her up and down and lick my lips seductively. She’s wearing a thin tank top and some little booty shorts that I know her cheeks are hanging out of. I can’t wait until she turns around so I can see those fabulous brown globes.

“What do you mean? Here for me, how?” She asks, still eyeing me warily.

“Open the door, little lamb. We got shit to discuss, and unless you want everybody out in this hall to know your business, I suggest you let me in.” I quirk my eyebrow at her, and she sighs loudly before shutting the door.

I hear her take the chain off before the door opens wide, and she takes a step back. I enter her apartment, and Roxy shuts the door behind me. I take in the décor of her place, and it isn’t what I expected. I figured she would have lots of pink and sparkly shit everywhere. But she doesn’t. That will make it easier for me to stay here.

Her place is made up of light grey, tan, and even black. The only pop of color I see is the dark red pillows and a picture of a large pair of red lips hanging on the wall. I nod my approval.

“So, what do we have to talk about?” Roxy’s raspy voice comes from behind me, interrupting my perusal of her place.

I drop my bag on the floor and look over my shoulder to find her looking down at her red painted toenails shyly. I see a glimpse of the bashful woman who wouldn’t ask me for my number, and I grin. I like her sass, but her shyness shows her sweet side.

I walk over and stand in front of her as she continues to look down. “First of all, I need you to look at me.” I duck my head so Roxy can see my eyes, and she huffs before placing her hands on her hips.

Roxy looks up with pursed lips and the sass that I know and like so much glittering in her gaze.

“That’s better. I can see those beautiful eyes of yours.” I smile charmingly at her, and she keeps the deadpan expression.

She seems genuinely pissed about something, but I honestly don’t know what it is. I normally wouldn’t give a rat’s ass, but I need Roxy sweet and subdued, so she will allow me to stay here. The Hounds need to keep a watch over her in her apartment. It is a nightmare from a security standpoint. Too many exits, too many apartments, too many people were coming and going, too many places to hide. It’s exposed, but if someone wanted to get in, then they could. Which is what we’re counting on.

“I’m looking at you. So, what’s up?” Roxy asks with a little less attitude, but that’s because she hasn’t noticed my bag yet.

However, while she’s willing to talk, I’m not so sure what I want to say. I mean, I can’t just spring the news that she did see her ex, that’s supposed to be in jail, but unofficially he is out spying on our club because we deal in some illegal shit. I also can’t tell her that the Hounds need to use her as bait because she may or may not be the target of some extremely shady shit.

“Can you at least offer me a drink or a seat? We just gonna stand here in the doorway?” I quirk my eyebrow at her, and Roxy glares at me.

“I’m hospitable to people Iinviteover. Not people who barge in talking shit. Now, for real, Stone. Tell me, what’s up? Is it about Raymond?”

“Yeah, Rox. It’s about Raymond.” I respond in a neutral tone.

“I knew it! That was him at the party, wasn’t it? I knew Detective Myers didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about!”

“What did the detective say?” Because I need to know what story the cops are spinning.