Page 39 of Entangled With The Hellhound

I don’t know what the fuck Stone saw in a woman like that, but I hope he doesn’t think that’s how I am. The damsel in distress thing is really not me. Yes, Stone might have come to my rescue with this Raymond thing, but it wasn’t because I asked him. I wasn’t in a position to turn down the Hounds offer to help, but I didn’t ask for it either. Neither did I run crying and falling out. I shake my head.I can’t believe this is my life.

Whatever Green said to Christine makes her drive away without any more theatrics. I sigh because I thought I would be able to gloss over the whole “wife” thing, but since I tried to fight her, I guess I will have to confront Stone about it after all.

I never really had a bad temper when I was younger, but I refuse to be a pushover after Raymond and all of his bullshit. I know I’m twenty-eight, and I should be more mature, but fuck that. Sometimes, you have to show people not to mess with you.

Green saunters back into the foyer and closes the door behind him. He gives me a chastising look like I’m his misbehaving daughter, and I shrug. I need to do better, but there’s always tomorrow to grow.

“I guess Stone has a type.” Green looks down at me, and I hold my face in a blank expression even though I want to cuss his ass out.

I walk away without saying anything else because I’m pretty sure that was his idea of a joke, but his ass ain’t funny.

Later that night, before I decide to go to bed, I go into the control room to tell Green goodnight.

He has all the screens displayed as he’s flipping through each angle. When the front door comes into view. There’s a guy standing on the porch, but he didn’t ring the doorbell.

“What the fuck is Po Boy doing here?” Green asks, and I frown.

“What did you call him?” I move closer to the screen to get a better look.

“That’s Po Boy. One of the members of the Louisiana chapter.”

I shake my head vehemently, “I don’t know what name he goes by with ya’ll. But that’s Raymond Frazier.”

16

Stone

Ipace back and forth as I continue to read all the information Wire gave me. I still can’t believe the betrayal. Well, that’s not true, I actually can, but I just don’t want to. I can’t figure out the motive. What’s the reason?

As soon as I look up, Wire’s smug face is looking back at me. I hate to admit it, but he was right. I owe him big time for this information. Which means I can’t take my pound of flesh from his ass for flirting with my woman.

But his information shows me how I had my head up my own ass, and I never put two and two together. It’s my fault for not being more careful.

I tried to think back on everything that I missed. All of the clues and red flags that would’ve told me what was going on. But I missed it.

“What led to you getting this?” I ask Wire.

“The messages online. Easily traceable. I wish Roxy would’ve told me sooner. We could’ve figured this shit out as soon as she got them.” Wire shakes his head, and my scowl grows deeper.

I hate that he and Roxy seemed to have grown close in a day. What the fuck did they do and talk about for those couple of hours that made them bond so quickly? I can say the shit bothers me, but I don’t have time to deal with it right now. I have other shit to handle.

“Is she in the Lounge?” I already know the answer. It only took a few minutes to locate and bring the Judas here. Now I have to deal with her.

Again I’m walking down the back stairs with the rest of the Hounds enforcers. I watch as Ace scans his palm, and the door slides open. The bleach smell hits my nostrils, and it’s a shame that somebody worked so hard to clean up the last mess I made, and I will have to cover this place in blood once again.

I walk into the room until I’m standing in front of a woman who I once trusted. Who I thought of as family, who betrayed me for no reason. I still can’t believe she did this after all of the shit I’ve done for her.

“Why would you do this, Marie? You’ve inserted yourself in something that had nothing to do with you.” My sweet assistant was the one posting and sending messages to Roxy.

“Because the bitch needed to mind her fucking business!” Marie says defiantly, and I’m still confused as fuck.

“What business does Roxy need to mind? You don’t even fucking know her!”

I talked to Marie about Roxy once. One fucking time! I thought I knew Marie, but as she sits in front of me covered with this air of entitlement, I have no clue who the fuck this person is.

“I know enough! She ruined everything for Ray! If she would’ve just minded her business, he would’ve never been in jail.” I look at Marie like the crazy person she is.

“How do you know even know Raymond?” I say in a menacing tone that I’ve never used with Marie before. But, unfortunately for her, she doesn’t seem to hear my tone, and she doesn’t know what it means for me to use it.