Hatch sighed. “Who?”
“The guy from the Supreme Riders.”
“Fuck, he’s in a club?”
“Yeah.”
“You wanna fuck with some other club’s woman? Even more reason not to get involved. We’re already at war with the Spiders.”
“She’s not his woman,” I snapped. “She was at a college party with her friend, and this fucker drugged and raped her.”
“Jesus,” he hissed.
“I shouldn’t be telling you any of this.”
“You can tell me anything, brother, you know that.”
“Yeah, but it’s her story,” I said.
“Between us.”
I nodded. “Appreciate it.”
“Seriously, though, no more runnin’ off half-cocked. You need to go somewhere, tell me. I’ll take you if it’s an emergency.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“Where do you stand with Waverly?”
“We’re gonna get to know each other,” I said.
“Is she onboard with this?”
“Yeah. She’s onboard with all of it.”
“Okay, so I’m gonna keep Brian on her, then.”
I scowled. “Yeah. Until I can take over.”
“You understand that’s gonna be a while, right?”
“Yeah, Hatch, but thanks for continuing to beat a dead horse on the subject.”
“Or maybe beating a dead mule?”
“Yeah, that too, asshole.”
He grinned. “No problem.”
We pulled up to Hatch and Maisie’s home and Hatch hit the garage door opener, sliding her car into her spot. The interior door opened, and Maisie crossed her arms, glaring at me as she waited for us to climb out.
“Well, you done pissed off my woman,” Hatch ground out. “Good job.”
I sighed. “I’ll fix it.”
“You better. She’s been worried sick all day.” He climbed out of the car, then helped me out, and virtually carried me inside.
Maisie followed close behind and then hovered once I was settled in the chair in front of the television.
