Page 38 of Entangled With The Hellhound

“I would say paranoia if I didn’t know all the shit that Stone knows,” Green says from behind me. And I wonder what the hell Stone knows that has him with cameras all over the damn place.

“Alrighty. My nerves really can’t handle any more surprises.” I mumble to myself.

Green doesn’t say anything, just watches me closely with those sparkling dark eyes of his. He doesn’t even have a mark on him, and I know I hit the hell outta his jaw. Damn chin of steel.

Green nods at me as he sits down in one of the gaming chairs in front of the screens. I nod back at him and go back into the living room to find my phone and check the time. It’s after seven, and I have no idea when Stone is going to come back.

I place my phone down and sigh heavily because I don’t even know if I’m ready for him to come home. I have questions that I’m afraid to ask but know that I have to sooner rather than later.

There’s a knock on the door, and I don’t even try to get my ass up to answer it. Green will have a conniption fit. Soon I hear a woman’s voice, and I scrunch up my face.

“Where’s Stone at? And when did he change the damn locks?”

I sit up to try to see who’s talking because it sounds like whoever it is, is really familiar with Stone’s house. At least she might have had a set of keys at one time, and that sounds pretty fucking acquainted to me.

“You need to leave, Christine. Nobody is allowed on the premises.” Green says, sounding like a proper security guard. It makes me wonder what he does for a job.

Whoever this Christine is, starts getting louder, and I can hear the attitude in her voice. I don’t want to be biased, but Christine sounds like a sista and a crazy one at that. Because ain’t no way I’d be hollering at a dude that looks as scary as Green.

“You need to move the fuck outta my way. If he ain’t here, I’ll wait until he comes back.” Christine yells again.

I still can’t see them from my place on the couch, but I wish I had some popcorn because they really are putting on a show.

“Leave. If Stone wanted you here, he would’ve told me.” Green replies sounding calmer than I would if somebody was yelling at me.

“I’m his motherfucking wife! Who the fuck are you to tell me to leave?” My feet are moving before she can get the question out of her mouth completely.

I round the corner and see a black woman about the same complexion as I am and about the same height.I guess Stone has a type.I scowl at the thought. The woman is attractive with a slender build and a heart-shaped face that is accentuated by her blunt bangs.

“Who the fuck is this bitch!” She yells, trying to get around Green, who is now holding her from getting in the door. “I knew his ass had another bitch. Fuck him, and fuck you too, hoe!”

“Bitch, who the fuck are you talking to?” I put my hand on my hips because my mama ain’t raise no punk.

“I’m talking to you! You the one at my husband’s house.”

“Bitch, if he was yo husband, why the fuck you don’t have a key? Sounds like a separation to me.” I chuckle at her without any humor.

I don’t know if she’s his wife or not, but I won’t let her know the revelation shook me. I’ve already had a million and one things to discuss with Stone, and a secret wife just hopped to the top of the list.

“You funky hoe! I hate a side bitch!”

“Hoe you the side bitch! The. Outside! Bitch!” I clap my hands at her. “The fuck you talkin’ bout?”

Green is still blocking her from coming in, but I want his big ass to move. This crazy bitch has called me all out of my name, and she doesn’t even know who I am. I’ve whooped ass for less.

At my words, Christine lunges, but Green is standing there, but what neither of them expects is for me to lunge too. My fist connects with her cheek, but it would’ve been a much more satisfying hit if I would’ve got her in that smart-ass mouth of hers.

Christine stops fighting and crumples to the ground like I killed her.This bitch is crazy!

“If you don’t get cho ass up off the ground!” Green finally loses his shit, and we both look up at him. I flinch a little because even though he’s scary as fuck, he’s also quiet. Even when I socked the shit out of him, he didn’t yell.

“Stone is gonna make you pay for slamming me to the ground! And you for hitting me, bitch!” Christine’s hysterics would be comical if I didn’t believe she was serious.

I really think this woman is having a mental break of some kind. I swear before the good Lord, baby Jesus, I will not be dealing with this type of nonsense. If she is included in the Stone package, then I will politely decline.

“Bitch! I’ve had enough! Get the fuck up and get outta here. And please believeyouare not Stone’s priority.” Green yanks Christine off the ground and marches her toward a little black sports car.

I watch from the door with my arms folded over my chest, I want to follow them and get a few more licks in, but I’m not fucking with Green. I can tell his mean ass doesn’t play. He shoves Christine into the driver’s side and leans down, pointing in her face. Her tears are completely dry, and she’s pouting like a toddler.