Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(39)

He caught her at the waist and dragged her up against him, clamping his other arm around her, and taking her mouth in a wet kiss.

He lifted his head and stared in her eyes.

“Still pissed?” he asked.

“No,” she answered.

“Good. But you’re still getting a spanking,” he told her.

At that, she smiled.



With his body hidden, Hound leaned against the corner of the building and watched Camilla Turnbull come out of another building down and across the street.

She was covered in Valenzuela soldiers, four right on her, one at the car they were escorting her to, one down the street keeping an eye on things, and then there was the driver.

Camilla Turnbull was Valenzuela’s snatch.

She also ran his girls and her name was listed as executive producer on all his porn video credits.

Her man had disappeared but Hound was finding she was everywhere.

He was also getting a funny feeling about that. About two of Valenzuela’s boys fucking up and taking Millie, one of them clocking her, then both of them getting dead. The hits his soldiers took, Millie had witnessed. But by the time the cops got to anyone to ask for statements, a man not the man who did it came forward to confess to the killings and no witness had seen Valenzuela anywhere near the scene.

Not to mention Turnbull gave him an alibi.

But that colossal fuckup happened, Valenzuela was now gone, she’d stepped up and this surprised Hound.

She had her place in Valenzuela’s operation and that place had always been firm. Valenzuela made it very clear how he felt about gash. He fucked it and he used it to keep his girls in line and his production facilities cranking out bad sex tapes.

Now she was coming out of Valenzuela’s swank apartment complex with a shit ton of bodyguards looking like she not only owned a pad there but the entire building and every one on the block.

Topping that, the woman was young. Hound didn’t know how young but he’d put money she wasn’t even out of her twenties.

Too young to be doing all she was doing—not that anyone should ever be doing anything she was doing—and way too young to be heading an operation the size of Valenzuela’s.

It could be Valenzuela was laying low knowing Chaos would lose their shit after Millie was taken. He was hoping in that time they’d cool off (they would not) and he was concerned they’d seek retribution using his woman to do it (they would not do that either, or Chaos wouldn’t, Hound would consider it), so he put extra men on her in the meantime.

But he would not ever put her in charge. And although Valenzuela seriously compartmentalized his operations and was never the direct line of communication to any of his people, Turnbull was proving she felt like being more hands-on with things, and the impression she was giving Hound, because he was watching, was that she was running the show.

So yeah, Hound had a funny feeling about this, not only because that didn’t sit right but because she had been such a minor player, he didn’t know dick about her.

She got in the car with one of Valenzuela’s goons holding the door open for her. Hound turned from the edge of the building he was leaning against and walked the other direction, down the block where he’d parked his truck around the corner.

He did this pulling out his phone and making a call.

“Hound,” Knight Sebring answered.

Knight Sebring owned the hottest nightclub in Denver.

He also had a side business he took very seriously, which meant he was in the know about a lot of things.

Those things being pretty much everything happening underground in Denver.

“Sebring,” Hound replied. “Got some time?”

“Yeah,” Sebring said.

“You know Camilla Turnbull?” Hound asked.

“No,” Sebring answered. “Of her, yes. Know her to her face, no. But recently we’ve been getting acquainted.”

That was interesting but it didn’t make Hound feel any better.

He started with the first part. “What do you know of her?”

“She’s a cunt. She’s got a wicked backhand and I don’t mean tennis. If a girl is producing, whatever way she uses her, and that girl wants to cut ties, she doesn’t let her go and has nasty ways of keeping her girls under her thumb. And I wouldn’t mind Denver saw the back of her in a permanent way.”

“That’s it?” Hound pressed.

“Outside of me havin’ a couple of phone calls with her recently to share how I feel about how she runs her girls and her pretty much tellin’ me she doesn’t give a shit, yeah.”

Hound stared at his truck as he turned the next corner and walked to it, not liking this.

Not many people would mess with Knight Sebring. If he told you he wasn’t feeling good about what you were doing, the way he rolled, there weren’t a lot of people who wouldn’t ask for a written list of what he’d like changed in order of priority so they could tick it off as they went down the line.

“So Valenzuela thinks he’s untouchable and that’s rubbed off on his snatch,” Hound muttered.

“That was my take,” Sebring replied.

“And where are you with that?”

“Getting impatient for Chaos to make a move so I don’t jack your play,” Sebring told him.

Hound opened the door to his truck, swinging in, sharing, “Valenzuela’s been proving slippery since his soldiers took an old lady.”