Page 5 of Entangled With The Hellhound

“Nah, she ain’t no professional. But she’s got plenty of practice.”

“Hmmm. I can tell. So this is how ya’ll get down, huh? No wonder my cousin didn’t tell me where we were coming tonight.” I can feel the frown forming on my face at her comment.Maybe I was wrong.

“Oh, so youarethe judgmental type?” I question because I’ll be disappointed if she is.

“No. I’m not in a position to judge anyone about anything. But I can’t say if Dee told me I was coming to the woods with a bunch of white people who suck dick in front of everybody and look at me like I’m the crazy one,” Roxy shrugs, “I would’ve probably found something else to do.”

“Well, I guess this scene ain’t for the faint of heart little lamb. But we do what we want around herewithoutjudgment. But nobody is forcing anything. You feel me?”

“I feel you.” Roxy nods, and although our conversation wasn’t deep or life changing, I feel like we’ve come to an understanding.

I couldn’t get a read on Roxy, and although her eyes were no longer round as saucers, I could tell she was uncomfortable. I can’t say that I blame her, though. The Hellhounds aren’t known for being subdued in anything we do. Hell, a blow job was tame compared to some of the other shit that goes down at the clubhouse.

“So, Dee just left you to the wolves huh?” I move closer to Roxy and stand in front of her pulling her attention away from the live action porn.

“Nah. Crush is at the bar, and Dee went to the bathroom. That’s the story they fed me before they disappeared, but I’m sure they’re somewhere fucking. She’ll be back.”

“You gotta lotta faith in your cousin,” I observe out loud. Roxy is safe here by herself. The only thing she’s in danger of is being flirted with and maybe annoyed to death, but that’s about it. We don’t force women to do shit they don’t want to; there are too many bitches willing to do any and everything.

“Dee is more than my cousin. But she said I was safe here and she would never put me in danger… not her. Not ever.”

The conviction in her words makes me wonder what her story is, then I shake myself from my foolishness.You want ass, Stone not a fuckin’ relationship.I admonish myself.I am not a fuckin’ knight!

“She’s right. You’re safe here. So, why don’t you finish that beer, and let’s play some pool.”

“Okay. But, I’m gonna need something stronger than beer before I run this table on your big ass.”

I look over my shoulder and wiggle said ass at her, and Roxy bursts out laughing. “So, you’ve been checking out my ass huh? It is quite irresistible.” I wink at her, and she continues laughing.

“I never would’ve guessed a big tough guy like you would have such a sense of humor.”

“Hey, don’t judge a book by its cover. Everybody needs a good laugh, even big tough guys.”

We laugh as I pull her toward the bar to get a few shots before I school her in a game of pool. As we wade through the crowd, it seems like it’s a million motherfuckers in here tonight.

It’s been a long time since we’ve had a celebration like this one. A few years ago, we were betrayed by some of our own, and it took a long time for our Prez to get over it. We lost some brothers behind a jealous bitch and some bullshit.Can’t trust these hoes.

“Aye, Candy! Get me four tequila shots and two more beers.” Candy’s bright smile turns into a fierce glare when she sees Roxy.

“Fuck, Stone. Not you too?” Candy puts her hands on her hips and sucks her teeth.

“Bitch! Who the fuck are you questioning? Get my motherfucking drinks before I have Sassy kick your ass!” I snap at her, and Candy’s eyes well with tears.

I could give a fuck about her crying. Nobody owns me, especially not a bitch that I’ve never laid down with. These bitches are getting too comfortable around here. The Prez might need to get some new blood because these old hoes think they got a say in how we do shit.

“Damn. So ya’ll really be calling women bitches?” Roxy says from beside me as she watches Candy make our drinks.

“It’s just how it is. Bitch don’t mean the same thing as it does in the vanilla world.”

“I guess,” Roxy responds, but she doesn’t sound convinced.

There are a lot of things that don’t make sense to the outside world. Calling women bitches is one on a long list of things that won’t change.

“Hey, look at me.” I turn to Roxy to see her still watching Candy intently.

“Yeah, no. I need to watch thisbitchmake my drink. I won’t be sipping spit.” Roxy shakes her head with a crinkle between her brows. I laugh at her serious expression.

“She’s not bold enough to spit in your drink. No worries.”