Page 37 of Entangled With The Hellhound

I know when Stone first came to my house, he made it seem like he didn’t want anything from me, well, except maybe sex. But that changed last night. I felt the shift in whatever we were doing.

Stone staked his claim, but how far does that go. I’m obviously not new to relationships, but the most serious one I had ended in jail time and a restraining order. So I hope and pray that what I’m establishing with Stone isn’t like that.

Stone, he’s a different person than Raymond, but they are both on the wrong side of the law. I’m not naïve to think that everything the Hounds are up to is legal. When I saw a guy that was supposed to be in jail hanging out at their clubhouse, that was the first inclination. The second was when Wire told me not to call the police when my apartment was trashed.

I’m not judging anything they do, but I did promise myself once upon a time that I wouldn’t fall for another man who was on the wrong side of the law. I can’t go through another court case and possible jail time. I won’t do it.

But I have to admit that in the short time I’ve known Stone, he doesn’t seem like the type of man who would let me take the fall for his crimes. But still. I’d be a fool for assuming. And I might have played the fool once, but not again. Not ever again.

Before I know it, I have dozed off. But something woke me up. I’m disoriented as I look around. I know I heard something. I notice I have been out here awhile because the sun is now setting. The dusky September sky is smattered with red, orange, and a deep purple. It should be peaceful, but something is out of place.

I get up and go inside the house, but it’s eerily quiet. I don’t even hear the TV. I slide the patio door closed quietly. I creep into the house, slowly tiptoeing. Trying to keep as quiet as possible.

I don’t have my phone, shit!I think as I creep closer to the living room where I left it.

“What the hell are you doin’?”

“AAAAhhhhh! The fuck!” I jump and scream as I whirl around swinging.

“Hey! Hey! Man, stop punching me.” Green says through his laughter.

I stop swinging and scowl up at his big ass. His dark eyes twinkle as he continues to laugh at my attack. I’m offended because I know I landed at least one solid punch. My stinging hand tells me I did.

“Where the hell did you come from?” I ask, breathing hard and holding my hurt hand.

“Shit! Did you hurt your hand? Fuck, Death is gonna kill my ass.”

It takes a minute to register what he said because I really do think I broke my damn hand, but once I realize what Green just said, I forget about my throbbing appendage.

“Did you say death is going to kill you?” I scrunch up my brows in confusion.

“Yeah. He’ll be fuckin’ pissed if you hurt yourself because of me.”

I feel like I’m slow or something, “Stone, are you talking about Stone killing you?”

“Uhh yeah.” Green looks at me like I’m an idiot, and I feel like one.

“Stone’s club name is Death.” It’s a statement, not a question. A lot of things are starting to click. Mainly that darkness in his eyes. I’m sure you earn a name like Death, and I sure as hell don’t want to know how he did it.

I already gave myself to a man named Death.The fuck was I thinking? Don’t panic, Roxy. He hasn’t done anything to warrant me being afraid of him.

“For real, Roxy. Are you good?” Green asks me, and I believe he really is worried about Stone killing him.

“I’ll be fine. You shouldn’t be so dang muscly.” I chuckle uneasily, and Green just shakes his head while rubbing the back of his neck.

“Where’d you come from anyways? I thought you left.” I say, trying to change the subject.

“The control room.” Green shrugs like I’m supposed to know what the hell he’s talking about.

I feel like I must be having side effects from the pill, or I slept too long or something. Because I’m completely lost.

“What control room?” I ask Green, and I know my face is a mask of confusion.

Green points behind him to the room that was locked when I went on my tour of the house by myself. I nod and walk towards the door. It’s open, and when I walk in, again I’m amazed.

The elaborate setup tells me Stone must take his security very seriously because there are several large screens that have camera views of every inch of both inside and outside of the house. In addition, there’s what looks like a high-tech laptop and two large gamer chairs.

“Why does he have all of this?” I question out loud.