Page 34 of Entangled With The Hellhound

I knew right then and there that I wanted Roxy more than I wanted any other woman in my life. And not just her body, and not just for sex. No. I wanted Roxy to be mine and mine alone. Mind, body, and soul.

Roxy was the one good thing that I wouldn’t let go of. That I wouldn’t let rage steal from me. And that motherfucker Raymond better count his days because he’s a dead man when I find his ass. What kind of bitch shit is threatening somebody over social media? If he’s supposed to be in jail, he should be keeping a low profile. So why would he break into Roxy’s apartment and risk her calling the cops? Unless our suspicions are right and they are working with the police.

There are too many unanswered questions and loose ends. Wire’s ass will have to work overtime tracing everything because I needed answers yesterday. I want Roxy safe so she can stop worrying.

She looks so young and innocent when she’s not wearing make-up, and for her sweet round face to be covered in anxiety does something to me. It brings out the primal need in me to fuck somebody up.

When Roxy’s phone rings and she starts talking to Dee, I leave the room to give her some privacy by going into the kitchen. I built my home for the family I thought I would have with Christine one day. But she was gone, and we were divorced before the house was even finished.

Christine and I grew up together. She knew all of my issues with my alcoholic parents and the toxic relationship they had. I just wanted someone to love me when I was younger. All my parents did was fight each other and neglect me. When they weren’t neglectful, they were beating the shit out of me.

Once my father was killed in a drunk driving accident that was his fault, my mother treated me even worse. Her alcoholism turned into drug use until she ended up in jail, and I was emancipated at the age of sixteen.

I had nobody but Christine, and she gave me what I thought I needed. Attention and an outlet for my rage. She would tell me she loved me, and it was okay to beat up the boy who flirted with her because she didn’t want his attention. It was okay to beat up anybody that did her wrong. She was exciting, and she helped to fuel my anger.

When I decided to go into the military, Christine was pissed, but I had already signed up, so it was no turning back. That’s how we ended up married so young. She needed me to prove I wouldn’t leave her behind, so we got married.

We were toxic from the start, and the fact that I knew that and kept entertaining Christine is completely my fault. I should’ve stopped messing with my ex-wife after we divorced. Besides, she only divorced me because it was another one of her games.

Christine thought I would fold and run after her when she sent me divorce papers because I was at a low point in my life. I had been out of the military for a few months. It was hard for me to adjust to civilian life after being a killing machine from seventeen to twenty-three. It was six years of killing, and I was good at it, but I couldn’t keep doing it. At least not for the government.

I was lost, and then I joined the Hellhounds. After that, my mind began to clear, and I found purpose again. So when Christine filed for divorce, I signed the papers without any hesitation. It was nine years ago, and I was just a twenty-four-year-old kid. But I’m not that kid anymore.

I’m a man that knows what he wants. And Roxy is the woman that I want in my life. And now that she’s in my home, I will protect her. But I’m still a killing machine, just in a different capacity. It is something that I hadn’t been able to turn off, simply hide. I know she deserves better, but I can’t give her up.

My burner phone pings with a message from Wire, and I’m glad he didn’t call. I don’t know if hearing his voice will set me off. I’m still pissed that he was fucking flirting with my woman. I know I hadn’t laid claim to her, but that doesn’t matter. Wire knows I wouldn’t just volunteer to stay with some random bitch. He knew I was interested in Roxy. And he knows I’ll get my pound of flesh from him for the bullshit that he pulled.

I look down at the text, and the words have shocked me speechless.

Wire:187 on Frazier.

Me:Time

Wire:Minimum two weeks. Church.

“What the fuck is happening?” I say out loud. Raymond has been dead for at least two weeks. That means he didn’t have shit to do with the break-in or the messages online.

And Rock just called church, so I need to get back to the clubhouse to get all of the details on what happened.

I know Roxy will be pissed that I’m leaving her, but I’ll call a few prospects to guard the house, and she can tell Dee to come over. Crush will be heading to check-in just like I am. And we don’t allow anyone besides members in church, so I know Dee won’t be with him.

I pick up the burner and dial Green, a prospect that will definitely be a patched member within the next few weeks. He’s somebody I trust almost as much as anyone in the Hounds. He saved my life when we were in the service together. Green was a member of theGreen Beretsand is a scary motherfucker. Almost as scary as me.

“Hey, I need you at my place,” I say as soon as Green picks up the phone.

“On my way.” Green disconnects without any further comments. No questions asked, no hesitation. Fucking loyalty.

“Hey, Lamb!” I holler as I make my way back into the living room.

“Yeah, babe?” She hollers back, and the shit is so natural you’d think she’s lived here forever.

Our connection is undeniable, especially after last night. And there’s nothing more than I would like than to lay up with her all day and make love. I would usually say fuck, but what Roxy and I did was more than that. Even with it bein’ our first time.

Roxy is flipping through the channels on the TV with her feet up, looking comfortable. I smile as I sit beside her and kiss her lips.

“Rock called church, so I gotta go. But Green is on his way over here.”

“Church is like a meeting, right?” She asks, flipping off the TV and turning to look at me.