Page 9 of Entranced With the Hellhound

I did a lot of dirt to get where I needed to be, and a lot of people have jobs as agents because of me. I don’t regret anything that I did. But dealing with any law enforcement agency always comes at a cost. I don’t like to get involved with them unless I absolutely have to.

“What does that mean? You was a cop or some shit, V.P.?” Mix, a new member asks.

“Fuck no. You know better shit than that, kid,” Ace answers before I get the chance.

“My fault.” Mix holds up his hands. “I knew you used to be one of the good guys. I just thought… never mind.”

“It’s cool, kid. I ain’t ever been a good guy.” I smirk. “I did what needed to be done when I was a prosecutor so we would always be a step ahead. In fact, those son-of-a-bitches ain’t good either.”

I know my explanation might be vague, but it’s all I’m willing to say to the group. My brothers don’t need to be involved in this shit. Most of them weren’t even members when I was working as a prosecutor.

“So, this ATF bitch said that there’s a new player in town who might be our competition. Why would they care?” Stone questions.

“Good question. My guess is they want us to take them out. Which means I need Wire to do a deep dive so we can see if anybody is runnin’ their mouth. We ain’t taking out nobody on the word of those fuckers. But if they cause us problems, they’ll disappear. You feel me?” Rock questions the group.

“Yeah, Prez,” everyone in church answers in unison.

“Good. Church adjourned. You bastards go have a good time!” Rock dismisses.

Everyone files out of the conference room where we hold church, laughing and talking on their way to the party. I stay behind so me and Rock can talk. I hate that this shit has once again caught up to us.

“How deep in shit are we, brother?” Rock questions, leaning back in his chair.

“Deep enough to drown,” I respond, raking my hand through my hair.

“Have we considered that this might have to do with Myers and Frazier?”

“It’s a huge possibility. There’s no way these motherfuckers just show up out of the blue right when Frazier is out. I swear to god, I’m gonna kill all of those sheisty assholes as soon as I get the chance,” I say, letting my anger get the best of me.

“You know we can handle anything. We’ll get Frazier. Hell, we will go to war if that’s what we have to do. We’ve been cautious and built up our members. We have brothers we can trust. Shit, we have brothers on the inside that we can activate if need be. We’ll do whatever needs to be fucking done!” Rock vehemently proclaims.

I nod my head. I know that my brothers will always stand behind me. We’ve been through too much together. We’ve shed blood, lost loved ones, and killed for each other. We are chosen family around here. That’s why I need this shit to come to an end. I refuse to let anybody else be hurt behind bullshit.

“You’re right. Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that. Hopefully we can end it without going to war,” I reply.

“Hopefully. Once Wire finishes up, we’ll go from there,” Rock reassures me. “Now, go relax. Who knows when you’ll have another chance.”

I nod and leave out to enjoy the shenanigans because Rock is absolutely right. There’s no telling when I’ll get to relax again. Not that I’ll be able to really relax tonight, but at least I can take the time to enjoy a drink and maybe some ass.

Who am I kidding? There’s only one woman I want, and I haven’t seen her in weeks. It took a lot of restraint for me not to track her ass down. As a matter of fact, if she isn’t here tonight, I just might.

“Is that Blue?” Lurk whistles low. “Damn, she’s lookin’ fuckin’ good. That ass is a rare sight.”

I scowl at the prospect before I can stop myself. We opened up our membership again, but I’m starting to question some of our decisions. Lurk is new around here, and I haven’t claimed Blue. But everyone knows she’s off limits. It was just two weeks ago that I warned these bastards; maybe he didn’t get the memo.

I know Blue is testing me tonight, showing up in those little bitty ass shorts. But I can’t fold and do what I want to do to her because I know she wants something that I can’t give her. There’s no way I can have anything with her.

“Tread lightly motherfucker,” I finally respond, glaring at Lurk.

He throws his hands up, smirking. “Sorry, V.P. Didn’t know that you had a claim. Are you still feeling the love in the air since your stripper daughter married that mobster motherfucker?”

There aren’t many things that can get my attention or get me riled up to the point that I want to bash a motherfucker’s head in. But talking about my daughter… definite way to make it happen. This little prick doesn’t know shit about my family, and if he thinks his ass is going to be a part of our brotherhood asking stupid shit like that, he’s in for a rude awakening.

“What the fuck did you just say about my daughter?”

“Uh… your daughter is a stripper, right? I mean, there’s nothing wrong with being one; I thought that she… is she not? Umm, I mean… I didn’t…”

“Aye, man. Just shut the fuck up and get lost before the V.P. makes you disappear.” Big Country lightly shoves the stammering idiot away from me.