Page 27 of Entangled With The Hellhound

I look over and see Big Country, who is about six-foot-seven and a good three-hundred pounds, thrusting his hips off beat while one of the biker bunnies giggles and teeters forward drunkenly every time his pelvis connects to her back. It should be her ass, but she doesn’t have one, and she’s about a foot shorter than him.

I laugh at the scene the two make, and I relax a little. After I saw my apartment, my emotions were scattered. I didn’t even try to clean it up, and Wire said we shouldn’t call the police, so I didn’t.

After taking a few pictures, I just gathered up what I could, packed a bag, and closed and locked the door. Not that it mattered. Whoever was in my apartment didn’t leave anything valuable undamaged. They trashed everything. I will file a report soon because I have insurance, but Wire said the Hounds would handle it, so I will hold off for now.

I’m just glad that I had a lot of my supplies with me, so I will still be able to do the job I booked in a few days. And I especially need to work now that I will probably have to move.

As I continue to watch Big Country and his partner fumble around the dance floor without an ounce of rhythm between them, I notice just how big all the guys in the Hounds are. I mean, almost everybody is over six-foot.I wonder what they feed these men?

I continue to watch the entertainment and laugh and talk to Wire for a little over an hour when he brings me a drink. I graciously accept it and swallow down half the contents of the glass before I even ask what it is. When the dark liquid hits the back of my throat, I cough at the burn I feel in my chest.

“Now, that’ll put some hair on my chest.” I choke out a giggle.

“Nah, I wouldn’t want you to have hairy titties. They look too good to mess up.” Wire winks and I laugh again.

“Your ass is crazy. What is this anyway?” I ask, taking a much smaller sip. It still burns, but at least I didn’t choke this time.

“Bourbon.” Wire smirks, but I don’t get the joke, so I shrug and continue drinking.

After one glass, I feel like I’ve drunk the whole bottle by myself. I’m a petite girl, but I can hold my liquor. This must be some really top-shelf shit if I’m feeling it already.

“So, what’s up with you and Stone?” Wire asks after giving me another glass. I have no idea where he got it because he didn’t leave from beside me.

“What do you mean?” I ask, sipping on my second glass of Bourbon.

“You’re a smart woman, Roxy. So, you know exactly what I mean.” Wire leans down slightly, and I can see something mischievous dancing in his green eyes. He runs a hand over his thick red hair, and for a second, I think he’s going to kiss me.

I’m not sure if it was him or me that leans back first, but Wire has thrown me off-kilter. I didn’t expect him to be all sexy. He’s been laid back, and playful all day, and as fine as he is, I already know who I want.

“What the fuck’s goin’ on here?” The voice is low and menacing, and if I didn’t recognize it immediately, it would’ve scared the shit out of me.

Wire leans back even further and takes a sip of his drink. My eyes move from his grinning lips to the furious gleam of crystal blue eyes. I frown because I don’t know what Stone is so mad about.

Yeah, we’ve done a little flirting and exchanged some hot kisses and a few stolen touches, but he isn’t my man. Especially since he has someone willing to give him hand jobs in public.

“Just having a drink with my bodyguard.” I sassily reply before I take a sip of my drink.

“Don’t fuckin’ play with me, Roxanne. Why are you all cuddled up with this red motherfucker?” Stone never raises his voice, but he’s emitting so much anger and darkness that it almost chokes me.

“Stone, we were just having a drink, I swear. Please calm down.” I say with a lot less attitude as I take him in from head to toe.

His hair is damp, and I’m pretty sure he’s wearing different clothes from when he walked in earlier. But there’s definitely something going on with him. It’s like his snarky personality has been replaced by something cold and menacing.

“Yeah, Stone. I was just showing your lady some Hounds hospitality.” Wire says with amusement dancing in his eyes.

Stone turns his head so slowly that it looks like one of those scary movies about creepy dolls. You know the part when Chucky is about to come alive and stab something, and in this moment, that’s exactly what Stone looks ready to do.

“That’s right, Wire. My lady. Mine. Don’t let death come claim you.”

“Guess that answers my question. Have a good night Rox. I’ll see you Thursday for the shoot.” Wire says, getting off the stool he was sitting on.

“No, the fuck you won’t. You’ve got other shit to do. Prez needs you.” Stone still sounds like he’s about to kill somebody, but Wire just smiles and nods before walking away.

I’m reeling from Stone’s claim on me in front of everyone. I’m pretty sure we should go on a date, or I don’t know, talk on the phone before he decides that “I’m his woman.” What kinda shit is that.

But by the look on his face and that threatening tone of his voice, I won’t be asking him right now. Something tells me that Stone has been doing something that I don’t want to know about.

“Hey, you alright?” I finally ask after a few minutes of Stone staring after Wire.