Page 2 of Entangled With The Hellhound

“Chiiile…” I mock, “I wouldn’t be so scared if you wouldn’t have me in the Dallas version of the hills have eyes. Are we even still in Texas? Looks a little swampy out there.”

Deidra busts out laughing again, and her loud belly laugh gets me to loosen up a little, and I let out a giggle. “I assure you, cousin, we are still in Texas. Just loosen up. These people love to have a good time, and they like to have it away from the law.”

Her statement gets my attention. I don’t play with police either; I don’t trust any of them. I’ve had my run-ins with them before, and I don’t play about my freedom. I look good in all colors, but I’m not trying to wear orange every day either.

“Whatcha meanaway from the law? Are these people traffickers? Dammit! I can’t be in the next installment of Taken. Liam is too damned old to save me. Lawd!”

“Roxanne Michelle! If you don’t shut your theatrical ass up!” Deidra has tears falling down her cheeks she’s laughing so hard, and all I can do is stare at her.

“Listen, I have been here several times before. These people are cool as fuck. You need to chill and have a little white boy fun. They party different.”

“You aren’t convincing me to get out of this car. And what the hell is white boy fun anyway. I have black girl fun. I go out all the time.”

“You go out and stand around looking at people. I’ve been out with you and your little friends. Ya’ll don’t let loose and just laugh and dance. Too busy worried about how you look and what somebody got on. Fuck all that. We are gonna go in here and drink beer and maybe smoke a little loud and fucking loosen the hell up. Now getcho black ass out my car!”

I didn’t get a chance to respond because Deidra was already out and slamming the door, I roll my eyes, but I get out of the car. I don’t move as I take in my surroundings.

The building looks completely out of place. It’s like someone placed a gigantic warehouse in the middle of the woods. There’s loud rock music coming from inside, and people are milling around outside, laughing and talking and smoking. There are what looks like a million motorcycles lined up in front of the building and trucks and cars parked further away in a makeshift lot.

When I spot a black woman with a glorious afro, I smile and follow behind Deidra. Besides, it’s not the safest bet for me to stand here by myself, especially if there really are Klansman luring unsuspected black women into human trafficking out here somewhere.

“Hey, Dee! Glad you made it back. I thought the gunfire surely ran you off last time.” A big burly white guy with a long dark beard and a pompadour hairstyle says.

My eyes widen because I hope he’s joking, but by the look of these guys, I know that he isn’t.

“Guns… Dee, what the hell?” I whisper in her ear when I catch up to her.

“Stop acting like you’ve never seen a gun before.” Dee dismisses my concern. I could be mad, but she’s right. My last boyfriend called himself a drug dealer. Of course, he had more guns and drugs on him than Tony Montana, but still.

“I’ve never seen bikers with guns before. So how am I supposed to relax around a bunch of gun-toting white dudes? I should’ve stayed my ass at home.”

“Roxy, you are stressing the fuck out. You can drop the bougie princess persona. There’s nobody here to judge you. You’re gonna relax because as soon as we find a place to sit, you’re gonna hit this blunt and chill. Now, come on. Let me find Luke.”

I sigh, but I give in and follow behind Deidra, holding on to her hand, so we don’t get separated. The music seems to get louder, and the crowd seems to part as we move toward a game area.

There are pool tables, darts, and an old-school pinball machine. People aren’t openly staring, but I can feel eyes watching us as we walk. I’m glad that Deidra told me to dress down because my usual party attire would’ve definitely had me standing out.

I must admit that there is an array of ethnicities here, which makes me feel a little better. However, I can tell these women are about this life. I most definitely am not. They all have on a different color of the same outfit. Short skirts or shorts, usually leather, with tiny tops.

For the first time, I notice that Deidra is dressed similarly. She has on a tiny pair of black shorts with a red tank top. When she tried to get me to change out of my jeans and into a pair of shorts, I declined. I didn’t realize she was trying to get me into the biker girl uniform.

However, I’m wearing a black tank top that makes my boobs look big, I have to thank Savage Fenty for the boost, so I don’t stand out too much.

When we finally make it to the pool tables, Deidra lets go of my hand as another big white dude greets her. He has a rugged look to him with bright blue eyes and a kind smile. As I give him the once over, I seewhy,or should I saywho,my cousin has us in the backwoods of hillbilly country.

The man is standing at good six-five, and his muscles have muscles.Damn! That’s a big man.My thoughts must be written on my face because I hear a chuckle, and when my eyes finally meet his, those baby blues are twinkling with amusement.

I clear my throat and give the guy a nervous smile, “Hey.”

“Hey. You must be Roxy?” The guy responds, but I furrow my brow because I have no idea who he must be or why he knows me already.

I turn to Deidra and give her a dirty look because I know she’s up to no good. I knew she just didn’t want to hang out. She set me up.

“Uh, yeah. And you are?” I cut my eyes at my smirking cousin, but she just winks.

“I’m Stone.” His voice is so deep that it reminds me of thunder reverberating around the atmosphere and sending vibrations to my core.

Just his two-word answer has me feeling some type of way, so I resort back to the sassiness that I know to keep from trying to hump this man’s leg like I’m in heat. “Stone, huh?”