Page 4 of Hatch


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“Are you hungry?” Poppy asked.

“Not really.”

“I dropped Flash and Jamie off at Hawk’s so you don’t have to worry about them.”

“Thanks, lovey.” I grabbed a bottle of wine out of the wine closet and set it on the tiny kitchen island.

Our basement served as both a game room and safe room with fully locking doors and secret exits, but tonight, it was my drunk room, and I planned to use it to its full advantage.

Before I’d had a chance to open my wine, Minus and six of his men walked in the room with Cricket.

“No!” I snapped, shaking a finger toward them.

“I’ve got some news,” Minus said.

“Unless the news is my man is coming home tonight, I don’t want to hear anything out of your lying mouth.”

“Maisie,” Cricket whispered.

“Huh-uh,” I snapped. “I’m sorry, Cricket. I know he’s your man, and I appreciate you needing to support and defend him, but I swear to Christ, if you want to censor me right now, you’ll find yourself out on your arse.”

She nodded and stepped closer to Minus.

I crossed my arms and glared at Minus. “Now, Mr. President, is my man coming home?”

“We’re working on it.”

“And what exactly does that mean?”

“We were able to reach out to Kitty?”

“Reachoutto him?” I snapped. “You know him?”

“We’re working with him to get information on who framed Hatch.”

“You mean you know who it is?”

He stalled and I studied him.

“Oh my god!” I squeaked. “It’s Kitty, isn’t it? Kitty framed Hatch?”

“I don’t think?”

“You sodding piece of shit,” I yelled. “This... all of this... is because of you!”

I couldn’t believe Minus was in cahoots with the man who’d framed my man. That went way below the belt.

“Mais?”

“Shut your bloody mouth,” I snapped. “I don’t want to hear any more of your bullshit.”

Cricket stepped toward me. I appreciated her support, particularly since she’d moved to my side and away from Minus’s.

“I’m thinkin’ there are too many people in this room for a simple discussion,” Flea said, and all eyes turned to him. I hadn’t even heard him come in.

Minus nodded to his Sergeant at Arms, Clutch, who ushered the rest of the men out of the house.

“What the fuck is goin’ on?” Hawk growled as he stalked into the room.