Page 40 of Entangled With The Hellhound
“Come on, Stone. You don’t think I’ll just tell you everything because you have me in some dungeon?” Marie chuckles, and I lose it.
I grab her by her throat in an instant. Marie’s eyes bulge with shock. She’s never met my alter ego, but she’s about to find out.
“Do you think I would just let you play in my face? Do you think I can’t kill you with my bare fucking hands?” I growl right into her bloodshot face. “Raymond is dead. And bitch, you’re next!”
“Wait! Wait! Stone, please.” Marie gasps out with tears running down her face. “He loves me, and I love him! Haven’t you ever been in love?” I tighten my grip around her throat as I look at her dumbfounded.
“Raymond is fucking dead. Your love doesn’t mean shit, bitch.”
Marie’s tears dry instantly at my words, and it’s like looking in a mirror. I’m dealing with a psychopath. How did I miss the signs? This woman has worked closely with me for years, and I never picked up on the fact that she’s as crazy as I am.
“Why do you keep saying that? Raymond isn’t dead! He’s alive!” Marie’s voice chokes out hysterically.
“I think she might be on somethin’, cause this bitch is cuckoo-for-cocoa-puffs.” Big Black says from behind me. I have to agree with his assessment. Marie’s eyes are dilated, and I don’t think she’s blinked the entire time I’ve been questioning her.
“Fuck this! I’ll just kill her now; it the least she deserves.” The bloodlust has kicked in, and I want payment for her duplicity.
“Can’t kill her yet. We need to know who else is involved in this shit.” Crush says, and I really don’t want to loosen my grip around Marie’s neck, but I do.
As soon as I remove my hand, Marie’s face breaks into a wicked smile that I’ve never seen before. I’m dealing with a completely different person.
“You’ll never be able to kill Ray or me. We’re untouchable, motherfuckers. We have connections theHellhoundswished they had.” Marie’s raspy words are tinged with crazy, and I reallyreallywant to slice her throat open.
“I will kill you. Whether you give me the answers or I find them out on my own. You are a dead bitch walkin’. Throw this bitch in a cell, and don’t give her shit. She’s about to detox the hard way.”
Crush removes the cuffs from Marie, snatches her from the chair, and drags her, kicking, fighting, and screaming into the room we call a cell. There’s not a single window in the room because we’re in the basement, so there’s no way for her to escape. The room is also soundproof, so she can scream all she wants to. Nobody is going to save her. Especially not her beloved dead ass boyfriend.
We leave Marie in her cell and head back upstairs, where Wire is still working on his computer.
It’s been a long day, and my ass hasn’t gotten to sit down yet. I plop down in my chair and breathe a heavy sigh. I still don’t know how in the hell Raymond and Marie even met. Maybe that’s something we can figure out without having to talk to her high ass again.
“What have you found out about the coroner report?” Rock asks, and I can tell that his brain is moving a mile a minute.
There’s a reason we call Jagger the Rock of our organization. He’s the type of man that takes care of all of us because we’re his family. He’s the foundation of the Hellhounds, and I trust him more than anybody.
“For some reason, it isn’t there. I have hacked the entire Caddo and Bossier Parish systems and nothing.” Wire red brows are crinkled in confusion as his big finger glide quickly over the keyboard.
“Fuck! I can’t believe this shit!” Rock runs a hand through his long blond hair.
I can tell that he has an idea of what’s happening, but I don’t know what yet. Rock knows a lot more than what he tells us, and I respect that. However, sometimes the leader has to lead, and that means keeping information to himself.
“Rock, it might be time to tell everyone what’s going on,” Bishop says, and I’m not surprised that our V.P. is the voice of reason.
Bishop is a very level headed type of man. I’m surprised with his sage advice and wise words; his name isn’t Preacher. But there’s always a reason behind our names. They are definitely earned.
“Two of our main warehouses were hit today. One by the Street Lords, and the other by the AFT. Neither were successful because our shit is tight.”
I instantly feel rage. Who the fuck do the Street Lords think we are. We can wipe out their entire fucking gang without a second thought. Why would they try us?
“The Street Lords are working with law enforcement,” I say after a minute of thinking. That’s why they felt comfortable enough to try to take our warehouse.
“The ATF didn’t find anything because our boys turned away an unscheduled shipment.” Rock continues.
“Because we’re not fucking idiots.” Ace interrupts.
No, we aren’t. The Hellhounds might be a lot of things, but we’re not stupid. And although most of our businesses are legit, we still dabble in the illegal. We are the biggest gun runners in the South. And the money is too good to stop. We’re not greedy by any means, which is why we don’t just take shipments of guns out of the blue.
“So, why do the ATF suddenly have a hard-on for us?” Black asks, and I’m wondering the same.