Page 36 of Entangled With The Hellhound

“Hiding out. Po Boy said that Raymond, or Kirk as he thought his name was, set him up. They were supposed to do a run for a shipment of guns, but before the meeting went down, Po Boy saw an ATF agent and Raymond talking in a bar.”

“How’d Po make the cop?” Ace asks.

“Because his cousin had gotten popped a year ago by the same dude. Po Boy ended up confronting Raymond at the motel they were at later.”

“Let me guess, the confrontation ended in a shoot-out,” Black stated with a shake of his bald head.

“Yep, and according to Po Boy, he killed Raymond. The agent showed up and shot Po. But Po wounded the cop in the process.” Rock responds with a deep sigh.

Po boy is known for his ruthlessness, but he’s only been a member for a year. And in that year, the Louisiana chapter has been in shoot-outs with the police and raided. I mean, it isn’t like they’re as subdued about their illegal dealings as we are. That’s why their asses are always under investigation.

As both the chapter president and the organization president, Rock is going to eventually have to do something about them. They are bringing too much heat to the Hellhounds, and only we bring the heat.

“So, he was in hiding until he could get well enough to check-in with Baller. Now, he’s laying low because the cop knows who he is, so…”

“So, Raymond was a snitch for the ATF?” I ask.

“Looks like it. And Po Boy’s dumbass brought him into our territory on a fucking run. Good thing Roxy spotted him because we were able to call it off and send their asses back to Shreveport before Raymond could get any information on our chapter.” Bishop chimes in, and there are multiple grumbles around the table.

“We know for sure that Raymond is dead?” I ask because Po Boy is unreliable, and he lies like a motherfucker.

“I’ll check the morgue records to make sure.” Wire says, typing on his computer.

“They aren’t updated yet, but I’ll keep checking.”

“While you’re at it, you were supposed to be checking who the fuck is threatening Roxy. She’s still getting messages online and on her cell.” I say in a disgruntled tone.

I’m still pissed about Wire being all up in Roxy’s face while I was handling business. He thinks the shit was cute. But he knows I’ll crack his motherfucking skull if he keeps on with his jokester routine.

“Oh, I found exactly who’s sending the messages. You’re gonna owe me big for this.”

I really hate the smugness in his voice, but I have a feeling that Wire isn’t joking this time. And the thought sends chills up my spine. He owes me a pound of flesh for flirting with my woman. If what he gives me is useful, then we’re even. I don’t like the idea of not being able to beat the shit outta Wire.

“You better have something I can use, or you’ll owe me more than a pound of flesh,” I growl.

“Believe me, I don’t owe you shit. Not even a pound of flesh.”

15

Roxy

Istopped trying to make conversation with Green after about ten minutes of his one word responses. He’s not like Wire, who I easily wore down with my questions. Green doesn’t have Wire’s sense of humor or Stone’s snarky personality. So, I figure it’s better to leave him brooding in the corner watching rugby, cricket, or whatever international sport is playing right now.

I’m bored as hell since I logged out of my social media, but Stone told me to stay logged out of it, so I won’t be hardheaded and get back on it. I took the contraceptive pill, and I waited for the nausea to hit like the pharmacist warned, but I don’t feel any side effects except I’m a little lethargic.

“I’m gonna go sit out on the patio for a bit,” I say to Green.

“Just don’t wander off.”

“I’m not a dog, Green.” I roll my eyes, and to my surprise, he chuckles.

I take one of the throw blankets from the couch and grab a bottle of water before I head outside. The backyard is just as wonderful as the house. The lawn is manicured, and there are acres upon acres of land.

I sit on the patio on the nice brown rattan and iron sectional couch. There’s a fire pit in the middle and matching end tables on the side. There’s a nice large jacuzzi and a water feature in the middle, and surrounding all of it is a large ten-foot fence.

The nice September evening is cooler than normal for North Texas, but I’m enjoying the calmness. The last few weeks have been stressful ever since I decided to step outside of my little box that I made for myself.

But I do have to look on the bright side; I met Stone. He’s such a big personality. And I can admit that the way he flipped out made me feel some type of way, but it didn’t turn me off. As a matter a fact, I’m probably a little toxic because his caveman act was hot.