Page 5 of Entranced With the Hellhound

Murmurs ripple through the members, growing louder and louder until Rock has to call the meeting back to order. The thought of two hundred grand for our club is astonishing. We are only a few years old, and even with my connections through the District Attorney’s office, we aren’t sustainable yet.

We have a long way to go before we can be free to do what we want in the criminal world. We’ve had to do some unsavory shit because we are just starting out, but I have a bad feeling about working with the cartel.

This is my last year in the D.A.’s office before I start my practice, and I’ve heard rumblings about a sting operation. I didn’t have all the information yet because my ATF contacts have been slow on their responses, so I don’t want to make any unnecessary moves.

“I don’t think we should take a risk right now. The streets are talking,” I speak up without hesitation.

“Bullshit! Man, come on! We’ve been playing it safe for five fucking years. We’re an established MC now. We have juice and cred. If we don’t act now, the Street Lords are gonna move in on our shit,” Snake-eyes adamantly declares.

“I say we listen to Bishop. He’s the lawyer. If he says it ain’t safe, then it ain’t safe. We don’t take risks based on what another motherfucka is doin’. It ain’t ever been our way.” Black crosses his arms over his chest, narrowing his dark eyes.

Black and Snake-eyes ain’t ever got along, but for the sake of the brotherhood they stay out of each other’s way. The Street Lords are the same ones that set up his uncle, Blue. His other uncle and one of our founding members, Tree, is doing a bid upstate because of the incident involving them.

It was a mess that our club barely recovered from. We not only lost Blue and Tree, but my job and reputation were called into question. They had good reason to suspect me because of all of the illegal shit I’m involved in, but still. I had to speed up the timeline for opening my firm instead of staying inside the District Attorney’s office.

I would lose more than my D.A. job; I had the inside track with a lot of law enforcement, too. Because of that insider information, we were able to move more effectively. But ever since the Street Lord situation, they’ve pushed me aside. My dual lifestyle hasn’t been entirely blown, but it’s only a matter of time, especially if we do this deal.

“We’ll put it to a vote. All in favor of this new deal, say I.” Rock looks around and counts the brothers who say I.

I count five out of the twenty-five members. Rock looks to me, then to the rest of the officers, for the count. We nod in agreement that we are not working with the cartel.

“Alright, we dead the cartel business. Any other…”

“Just like that? Y’all are gonna miss out on a come up cause this motherfucka is scary?” Snake-eyes looks around, furious.

“You’re the Road Captain, and you know good and damn well how we fucking do things. It’s done!”

I shake my head, coming out of the memory. Of course, Snake-eyes didn’t take no for an answer. He went behind the club’s back and tried to make a deal with the cartel. When his ass got caught, he implicated the club. It took a lot of maneuvering and some backroom deals to get us out of that shit, but Snake-eyes, I let that motherfucker go to jail. And he’s been Kevin Frazier since the day he turned on us.

“So how did an ex-detective get a convicted felon out of jail?” Ace questions.

“He’s hooked up with some dirty ass politician. That’s how he got Frazier out. We’ve been tracking their movements, and they’re in El Paso,” Wire replies.

“Looks like we’ll be going on a trip,” Tree says, cracking his knuckles.

It’s about time we lay this shit to rest. The only thing is that I’ll have to put Blue on the back burner once again. Fuck!

CHAPTER 3

LEAVE IT ALONE

BLUE

It’s been a little over a week since I’ve seen Bishop around the clubhouse. As a matter of fact, the main crew is gone. I’ve been around long enough to know that something huge is going down. The Hounds don’t just call a meeting in the middle of a party for nothing.

I’m lost in thought as I leave the clinic. I have just finished stocking the medical supplies and finished my shift. We’ve been busy as hell, and this is the only break I’ve had since I got here. The Doc said that I could head out, but instead of heading home, I wanted to stick around for a bit to see if the guys would come back tonight.

I was really hoping to see Bishop, so we could have the long-awaited conversation about what almost happened the last time I saw him. When he grabbed me and pulled me away like he was heading to his bedroom, I was in shock. I can’t explain the excitement I felt, knowing what we could possibly do to each other once given a chance.

The smoldering look in his hazel eyes when he snatched me up made my panties practically disintegrate. That deep, growly voice, saying the sexiest shit he has ever said to me, had me ready and willing. Bishop acts like all he wants to do is flirt. We both know that it’s a fucking lie. Anytime anyone looks my way, he loses his shit.

I can see the jealousy anytime a man breathes in my direction. However, he never acts on it. His stubborn ass refuses to give in to the attraction that we share, and it’s frustrating as hell.

But at least my attraction to Bishop has been a good way to keep my mind off why I have to be at the clubhouse so much in the first place. The Hounds have helped me immensely without any questions asked.

Mama’s husband really fucked us over this time. Chauncey made sure Mama got nice and drunk before he took her to a loan shark. Now, these people are looking for her to pay off the debts that her deadbeat spouse racked up.

Thank goodness I could drain my savings to help hold them off for a little while. People like that don’t work on good faith, so I have been working my ass off to pay the debt down. The first payment bought me some time, but the sooner I get this shit paid, the better.