Page 36 of Entranced With the Hellhound

BISHOP

The first sign of daybreak signals it’s been an extremely long night. In fact, it has been a never-ending saga. After the brothers cleaned the scene, we all returned to the clubhouse.

I sent Blue with Sassy and Dee, so the ladies could help comfort her. I want to hold and console her in her time of need, but she insisted that I end this shit as soon as possible.

My baby killed a man tonight, and I know she doesn’t take that shit lightly. Growing up around killers doesn’t automatically make you one. Blue was meant to save lives. That’s the reason she became a nurse.

Blue says that killing Chauncey gave her a sense of closure that she needed. I understand what she means. Killing the man who made her an orphan is probably satisfying. But I know Blue, no matter how she justifies taking a life, it’s still traumatizing.

“According to Brick, the Vasquez Cartel didn’t hit the clubhouse, and after what I heard Chauncey saying tonight before we killed him, it was definitely the fucking Street Lords,” I relay the information to my brothers after Rock called church.

“So, them yelling about VFC at the gate was a setup?” Mix questions.

“Yes. They intentionally tried to make us think the cartel wanted a war. Just like that ATF bitch tried to set us up to take out the Vasquez Cartel. After all this time, the Street Lords are still working with the fucking ATF,” I respond, pissed off all over again.

I’m glad that Brick was only shot in the shoulder. He’s recovering in a private hospital right now, and his supervisors pulled him off the case after he told them that his cover was blown.

Brick’s higher-ups think he was shot when someone found out his identity, but he got away. They don’t know about Chauncey or his buddies because we got rid of the bodies. Brick’s supervisors decided to make the VFC believe he died in an accident so they wouldn’t look for him.

I’m glad Brick is no longer undercover, but now we don’t have an inside track on the cartel and how they’re moving. But I’d rather my brother be safe. Hopefully, I can talk him into resigning from the ATF. Even though Brick goes by a different last name than me, I’m pretty sure someone in his department is close to figuring out our connection. I think that’s the reason Agent Parson was sniffing around.

My brother doesn’t agree with me, though. Brick said that Parson is a cutthroat agent who would do anything to be on top. He thinks she came to me because of my connection to the Hounds, not because of him. Parson bringing him up in conversation was a fishing expedition, but I don’t trust it. We’ll keep an eye on her, but while Brick recovers, I’m going to continue trying to get him to quit.

His identity is safe for now because there aren’t very many people, counting the ones in this room, who know that Brick is my baby brother. And for now, I’m going to keep it that way.

Now that we know that the ATF and the Street Lords are still working together, there’s no telling what we will deal with in the future. Neither the Street Lords nor the ATF came out of nowhere. A few years ago, they were a major issue.

However, when we handled Kevin by keeping him in jail and killing both of his illegitimate kids, we thought we’d heard the last of them. The ATF and the Street Lords had been out of our hair ever since. But it looks like they were just building up resources to come after us again.

“So, this guy is Christopher ‘Fang’ Samuels. He’s been a Street Lord for a few years, and has a record longer than my arm. He and Chauncey were cellmates in the Mack Alford Correctional Center in Atoka, Oklahoma,” Wire reports on our captive.

“Where Kevin Frazier was serving his time. I guess that’s how Chaucey got mixed up with them. I’ll be damned!” I rub my hands through my messy hair in exasperation.

“All roads lead back to Kevin Frazier. Can we please kill him now?” Crush asks seriously.

“Yes, we can. As soon as we find out where that motherfucker is,” Rock replies, cracking his knuckles.

“It’s time we end this shit once and for all, and it’s a good thing that we have a Street Lord in the basement that can tell us what we need to know.”

The smile that graces my face is full of wicked intent. These motherfuckers have terrorized us for the last time. This shit ends right fucking now!

We leave the conference room and head down to the cells where we keep anybody who needs a Hellhound special. Over the years, we have increased our security along with our methods for extracting information. When we finish with the Street Lord, it will be like he never existed.

Rock presses his hand against the scanner that leads to the cells, and the doors swish open quietly. We file into the large room where Stone is already set up. His alter ego Death is present, and I know he’s hanging on by a thread. I can see the rage trying to take over. If there’s one thing about Death, he doesn’t take kindly to rats.

When we walk into the room, the Street Lord is tied to the chair. His hands and feet are restrained, and he’s wearing a gag. I can tell by his eyes that he’s scared shitless.

Good.

“Where’s Kevin Frazier?” I ask, nodding at Death to take the gag off.

After the gag is removed, the fucker coughs. He’s looking around, stuttering instead of answering my question. I know he’s stalling, but we don’t have time for that shit, so I nod to Death.

Death slams his fist into the side of the man’s head. The sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh reverberates around the room. The man howls out in pain, and the sound is like music to my ears.

“Where’s Kevin Frazier?” I ask again.

The man spits out blood, looking in my direction. His gaze is unfocused, and I can tell that Death’s punch rocked his shit. Too bad for him that was soft compared to what Death can actually do. If he doesn’t answer my questions, he’s gonna find out firsthand just how bad it can get for him.