Page 43 of Entangled With The Hellhound

“We need to find out where that bitch Roxy went. It’s obvious that the Hounds don’t know who you really are yet. And dead hoes can’t talk.” Christine says, and I want to stab this bitch right where she stands.

“Marie said there was a safe room in the house. I bet that’s where her scary ass is at. But we got to get to her before yo boy comes back. He ain’t gonna go down as easy is this motherfucka.” Raymond kicks Green, and I grimace.

Raymond was always a coward. He would’ve never been able to take Green without sneak attacking him.

When Christine and Raymond start moving toward the kitchen, I use the darkness of the night to slide around the corner and hide in the pantry. I know I won’t be able to hide for long because they will eventually find me. I’m just hoping that Stone is on his way here.

I saw Green hit a button before he shoved me into the safe room; I just hope it alerted Stone that something was wrong. Now, I wish I would’ve stayed my ass in that room. I know they wouldn’t have been able to get to me, but Green needs my help.

I peek out of the door to see if I can make out anything in the dark. When I hear the siblings down the hall, I run to check on Green. I make it to him and feel for a pulse. It’s slow, but he’s still breathing, but if I don’t get him help now, he won’t be breathing for long.

“Green, if you can hear me. Just hold on, okay. I’m gonna get help.” I say to him, and I slip back into the living room and find my phone.

I dial Stone with one hand while holding the knife in a death grip. Then, I creep back into the pantry while the phone rings.

“Roxy! Baby! I’m on my way! What’s goin’ on?” Stone shouts into the phone, and I can hear the panic in his voice.

His panic makes me want to panic, but I take a deep breath and calm my ass down. I cannot lose focus. I have to keep my wits about me if I’m going to survive this mess.

“Stone, Christine and Raymond are in the house, and they’re looking for me. They attacked Green, and he needs a doctor. There’s blood everywhere.” I whisper furiously into the phone.

“Christine? What the fuck! Hold tight, baby. I’m on my way!” Stone disconnects the call, and I can’t feel the relief until I see his gorgeous face.

“I don’t know if that asshole hit the panic button or not. Marie said it calls Stone immediately. I don’t know how much time we got. Go check upstairs and see if she’s up there.” I hear Raymond’s voice right outside the pantry door, and I pray with all my might that they won’t find me.

No sooner than I think the words, the pantry door flies open, and the light is flipped on. Raymond is standing there with a sinister grin on his face. I know if I don’t get the fuck out of here, I’m a dead woman.

I’m trying to look past him, but he’s taking up the entire door with his lanky frame. I back up in the large pantry until I hit the back shelf.

“Hello, Roxanne. Long time no see. Well, I guess it hasn’t beenthatlong. What, a few weeks?”

I hate looking at his face. I wish I could wipe the satisfied look from his eyes. Raymond Frazier is a sadistic bastard.

“I guess you thought I didn’t see you all up in that fucking white boy’s face. You’re so fucking pathetic.” Raymond sneers, and I feel the rage creeping up inside of me.

There are so many reasons for me to hate Raymond, but the main one is he tried to kill me. When he was out on bond, I came home, and there he was…

PAST

I walk into my condo, but things seem off. Everything is how I left it, but the energy is different. I slip my shoes off by the door and put my bag down on the table. I walk into the living room and gaze out of the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“I’m really gonna miss this place.” I regretfully sigh.

I loved this condo from the moment I saw it. The open floor plan, the wood floors, the stainless steel appliances, the marble countertops. Everything about this place screamed elegance and class. And although my name is on this place, I could never afford it on my own. I don’t even have a job because Ray paid for everything.

A noise coming from behind me makes me turn around quickly. My eyes widen when I see a man wearing all black with a black mask.

“What do you want?” I gasp out in surprise.

“Bitch! You know what I want.”

“Raymond? What are you doing here?” I would recognize his voice anywhere, mask or not. I know exactly who’s standing in front of me. “I have a restraining order.” I remind him, but my voice quivers, showing how scared I am.

“Fuck yo restraining order, hoe! Did you think I was going to let you testify against me?” Raymond says, lifting the mask up but not taking it off. He wants me to see him, and that is bad news for me.

“I’m not testifying against you.” I know he doesn’t believe me when he growls and moves closer.

I knew there was a possibility of Raymond getting bond, but I didn’t think he would come after me. I was never going to testify against him even though the police were hounding me to do so. I know what happens to people who snitch.