“No,” Maisie said, pulling out her burner phone and loading up the camera feed from the great room of the club. “Gina’s there to distract, so I think we’re good.”
“Should we have invited her and Cricket?” I asked.
“Gina’s watching the clinic so Katie could come with us and Cricket’s on my shit list right now,” Maisie said.
“What? Why?” Cassidy, Ace’s wife, asked.
“Because she knew what Hatch was doing and kept it from everyone,” Dani said.
“Seriously?” Darien, Mack’s wife, hissed.
“I’m so sorry, honey, that’s gotta be tough,” Cassidy said.
“We’ll sort it out,” Maisie said. “But she’s going to have to feel my wrath for a few days.”
“Well, I’m going to be mad a little longer than that,” Poppy said.
“Baby girl, this is between me and your aunt,” Maisie said, reaching behind her to grab Poppy’s hand. “Don’t take up my offense, okay? I love Cricket and I’ll hear her out when she pleads her case. Right now, I’m mad, but I won’t stay mad, I promise.”
“I’ll think about it,” Poppy grumbled.
“Like mother like daughter,” Dani mused.
“Hello Pot,” Maisie retorted and everyone on the bus laughed. “Okay, okay, shh, Razor just walked into the great room. Dani, pull your feed up.”
“You know, ma’am, you can cast your feed onto the screens on your seatbacks,” the driver informed us.
“Really?” Maisie asked.
“Yes.” The driver walked her through how to do that, and we all sat back and watched as Razor leaned over the pool table and registered exactly what had happened. He then bellowed for Hatch, and all hell broke loose.
Hatch
“HATCH!” RAZOR YELLED. “Get in here!”
“Where’s the fuckin’ fire, brother?” I demanded, limping into the room.
Razor waved his hand over the pool table. “I think we have a problem.”
The felt was piled high with phones, necklaces, bracelets, and rings, and my heart dropped. “Fuck.”
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called my woman’s number, hearing her ringtone forme peal under one of the bejeweled phone cases. Jesus, fuckin’ Christ, she’d changed it from ‘Bad to the Bone’ to her fuckin’ boy band song.
Razor hissed like he’d been burned with acid. “What the hell is that noise?”
“Goddammit,” I growled, pushing the phones out of the way to find my wife’s just as other phones began to buzz and ring.
Brothers began filing into the great room, some with their phones to their ears, others just following, not knowing what I was about to tell them.
“Anyone seen Grace?” Flea asked.
“Where the hell is Danielle?” Booker demanded, stalking behind Flea.
Hawk waltzed in, his phone to his ear, and I heard buzzing in the pile on the pool table, so I pulled out the phone and held it up. “Is this Payton’s?”
“Why do you have my woman’s phone?” Hawk asked.
I handed it to him and sighed. “I think y’all will find your women’s phones are all here. Along with their trackers.”
