“What?” Razor frowned, rummaging through the pile and pulling out a phone and a necklace. “What the hell?”
“What’s goin’ on, Hatch?” Mack demanded as my brothers surrounded the table and located each of their women’s items.
“I think you’d call this an insurrection,” Booker muttered.
“This is worse,” I growled. “This is what we call payback, gentlemen.”
“Payback for what, exactly?” Devon demanded.
“Fucking hell,” Booker snapped.
“For what we did with Warlock,” I provided.
“Poppy would never do that,” Devon countered.
“Call her phone, bud,” I said.
He slid his phone out of his pocket and dialed, and another phone pealed on the table. Devon scowled, finding it in what was left of the mess, along with Poppy’s bracelet. The one I’d had made for her when she was seventeen.
“What the fuck?”
“Where’s Gina?” I demanded.
“She just left,” Rooster said.
I called the gatehouse, and Buzz answered, “Yo.”
“Is Gina out of the gate yet?”
“I’m about to open them.”
“Don’t,” I ordered.
“Ah, what do I tell her?”
“Tell her I have something for Clutch. Be right there.”
I grabbed the keys to my wife’s car and headed down to the gates, smiling when I saw Gina standing outside hers. She raised aneyebrow when I climbed out and limped toward her.
“Hey, buddy, how ya feelin’?” she asked.
“Good.”
“I heard you had something for Clutch.”
“Ah, right, that wasn’t entirely true,” I admitted.
She shrugged then crossed her arms. “Well, that’s too bad, because he’s on his way.”
“Did you really feel like you needed to bring him in?”
“Wouldn’t you?” she challenged.
“No one here would lay a finger on you, sweetheart.”
“Never thought that for a second.”
“You gonna tell me where my wife is?” I asked.
