Page 8 of Entangled With The Hellhound
“Yeah, darlin’, but it ain’t the same. You need a Hounds nickname.”
I just give him a dead-eye stare. I can admit I like our little tête-à-tête, but it seems like Stone just likes to argue. Or maybe he just likes to argue with me.
“I’m not a Hound, though.” I shrug, and Stone smirks at me.
I’m not sure what the look is about, but he doesn’t say anything else, so maybe he’s done arguing.
I turn to walk back into the party when I hear Stone say, “If Sassy wasn’t already somebody else’s name, I would call you that.Little Lamb.” I turn around, and Stone’s face splits into a magnificent smile. I instantly realize he’s definitely the asshole that I pegged him as.
“I need another drink if I’m gonna deal with your arguin’ ass,” I mumble under my breath, but I know Stone heard me because he laughs.
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Stone
Roxy has a smart-ass mouth, and I can’t say that I hate it. I can’t help but argue with her because she has to say something back. I’m not even the argumentative type of guy. I usually say what the fuck I gotta say, and that’s that. But I can’t help but go back and forth with Roxy’s sassy ass.
But when she told me about her ex being here, that shit threw me off. I had to keep up our little banter because I could tell she was shook. Hell, I was pissed too. We don’t let just anybody hang with us, not even on party nights. So, that means Raymond Frazier had an invite. And we don’t invite snitches to shit. And only a rat gets out of a thirty-five-year bid in two years. Shit ain’t smelling right with his ass.
“Alright,Roxy, let’s get something else to drink. I promise not to argue with you anymore.” I wink at her, and she purses her plump lips and cuts her big doe eyes at me.
I can tell she wants to say something, but she doesn’t. Instead, she sashays her juicy ass in front of me.
Before we make it back inside, Roxy stops and turns to me, biting her lip. “What about Raymond?” She asks with a small quiver in her voice.
I don’t like the thought of her being scared of some rat ass motherfucker. She won’t need to worry about his ass.
“Don’t worry about him. You’re with me, darlin’. And ain’t nothin’ about to happen to you that you don’t want to happen. You pickin’ up what I’m puttin’ down?”
Roxy nods her head, but that’s not going to do it.
“I need to hear the words, darlin’. You feel me?”
“Yeah, I feel you,” Roxy says what I need her to, but it doesn’t sound too convincing. I won’t push her, though. She doesn’t really know the Hounds or me.
“Good, come on.”
“I need to go to the restroom and find Dee. Just to check-in.” Roxy says as soon as we step back into the party. I point her in the direction of the bathroom, and she nods and takes off.
I make my way to find the Prez, but I see Bishop instead. Our VP is a scary motherfucker when he wants to be, but nobody is scarier than I am.
“Bishop.” I nod.
“Got your text, so did Ace. We’ll take care of it.”
“You sure you don’t need me?” I ask because I’d love to get my hands dirty. It’s been a while since I’ve quenched the blood lust that turns inside of me.
“Nope, not yet anyway. Death can stay in his cage tonight.” Bishop says casually as he sips his beer.
Not many people know when the Hounds call for somebody to die, they’re calling me. So I was telling Roxy the truth about my name. Everybody has a nickname, and mine is Death.
“Alrighty. I’m here if you need me.” Bishop just shakes his head with a chuckle. He knows about my insatiable blood lust. I was fucked up as a kid, and that trauma stuck with me through adulthood.
I have a handle on my shit, but I deal with it unconventionally. I can’t claim to be a normal functioning man, but only a select few know that.
However, with the way Roxy watches me, I can tell that she can sense the darkness. She’s an intriguing woman. The fact that she hasn’t run from me when I know she can see the danger behind my eyes makes me want to chase her.
I want to know how she can see past my façade. I want to know why she didn’t automatically see me as a knight but the villain I am. I want to know why she didn’t run.