Page 17 of Entranced With the Hellhound

“Who the fuck is he? Because I just met his ass last night when I paid off Blue’s debt,” Big Black says, pointing at the screen.

“What the fuck did you just say?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

“Uh, he’s been rumored to work as a Vasquez enforcer; his name is Brick,” Wire hesitantly answers, looking around.

“Fuck!” Rock and I say in unison.

This situation just got even more complicated!

CHAPTER 10

FINALLY

BLUE

I was pissed when I got an urgent call from Black, telling me to get my ass to the clubhouse as soon as possible. He knows that I’ve been actively avoiding the place, but he didn’t give a shit. I don’t know what happened between last night and now, but it can’t be anything good.

I drag my tired body to the clubhouse door. The place is eerily quiet. Even at seven in the evening, there are usually people here. There’s always a party going on no matter the time. Unless…

They had church, fuck!

If they had a meeting with the members and Black called me, then I’m in deep shit. It can only have to do with the loan again. I’m so tired of dealing with this shit; I’m about to lose my fucking mind.

I greet Big Country as he opens up the door for me. The man who I consider one of the jolliest people I know looks so serious that I hardly recognize him. I’ve never seen Country look so grim.

“Uh, where’s everybody at?” I question the big man.

“Conference room, I’ll lead the way,” Country says, starting for the stairs.

I follow behind him closely without saying anything. I’m starting to feel like I’m walking the green mile. My stomach is turning from nerves, and my fight-or-flight reflexes are kicking in.

Logically, I know that I don’t have anything to be afraid of because these men would never hurt me, but something serious is going on.

I’m the type of person that likes to keep my head down and out of the bullshit. But for some reason, I always end up in the middle of mess. I swear I’m a magnet for foolishness.

I walk into the conference room behind Big Country, and the chatter instantly stops. There’s only six of the guys in here, and it makes me really curious. Bishop is here, but Rock isn’t anywhere to be found.

“Blue, come on in and have a seat,” Bishop says from the head of the room.

Everyone is seated and staring at me like I’m a stranger. I look to Black, and he looks mad as hell. That fire in my cousin’s eyes makes me turn away quickly and sit down without saying a word.

“I have some questions to ask you, and I need you to answer them and don’t leave anything out,” Bishop demands in an authoritative tone.

“O-Ohkay,” I respond nervously.

“Why were you paying money to the Vasquez Cartel?”

My brain stutters and my eyes bulge out of my head. I know damn well he didn’t just accuse me of dealing with a whole fucking cartel. What in the actual fuck is happening?

“What the hell!” I yell, but then I remember where I am and who I’m talking to, and I calm myself down. “I wasn’t dealing with the cartel; I was paying back money because I was helping…”

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” Bishop yells, banging his fist on the table.

I jump, and my eyes go wide. Bishop has never raised his voice at me like that. It pisses me off and scares the shit out of me at the same time. If he has already made up his mind, there’s nothing I can say to change it.

“I’m not lying. I was only paying money to the people…” I’m interrupted again before I can finish explaining.

“I already know you are dealing with the Vasquez Cartel because you paid Brick and he’s their enforcer.”