The Biker's Fate Chapter 405

Flea

I raced to Hatch and Maisie's home, finding several unfamiliar Harleys parked along the street. Leaving my bike down the street, I made a run for the front door and banged on it. Poppy pulled it open and grabbed my arm. "It's getting heated."

"What's getting heated?" I demanded, walking inside.

"Mum's yelling at Minus," she explained. "His club doesn't know what to do."

"Where's Sparky?"

"Making sure no one shoots Mum."

"Fuck," I snapped, and we headed downstairs.

"You sodding piece of shit," Maisie yelled. "This… all of this… is because of you!"

"Mais—"

"Shut your bloody mouth," she snapped. "I don't want to hear any more of your bullshit."

I had never heard Maisie this pissed off. I'd actually never heard her mad, period. She was as even-keeled as they came and kept Hatch calm.

I stepped into the room and my hand automatically went to my holster. To say it was tense was an understatement. Sparky gave me a chin lift, but didn't move from Maisie's side, his arms crossed, his stance protective.

Cricket, Hatch's sister (and Minus's woman), also stood beside Maisie, which I found interesting, but not surprising. Cricket and Maisie were tight.

"I'm thinkin' there are too many people in this room for a simple discussion," I said, and all eyes turned to me.

Minus nodded to his Sergeant, Clutch, who ushered the rest of the men out of the house. This left six.

"What the fuck is goin' on?" Hawk growled as he stalked into the room.

Correction: nine.

Ace and Maverick walked in behind him. Hawk and Ace both had homes across the street, and Maverick lived with his woman, Lily, in the basement apartment in Hawk's house.

"Do you have news?" Maisie asked Hawk

He shook his head. "Nothing you don't already know."

"Goddammit!" she snapped, then focused her evil stare back on Minus. "You need to fix this. Immediately."

"Maisie, I'm workin' on it," Minus said.

"We all are," I added.

"Does anyone know anything about how he is? Are they feeding him?"

Typical Maisie. She fed everyone. The intimate club get-togethers were usually at Hatch and Maisie's, and she and the other club wives were always creating some new recipe whenever there was a Club thing.

"No one can get in," I said. "But Ryan's workin' on that."

"He is?"

"Yeah."

"Does Grace know?" she asked.

Again, classic Maisie. She worried about everyone before herself, and she knew Grace enough to know this would be a concern.

"Yeah," I confirmed.

"Is she okay?"

"She's workin' on it."

"All of this on top of her grandma," she mused sadly. "You take care of my girl, Flea."

"I will, babe." I turned to Minus. "There a reason you're here? Outside of gettin' grilled by Maisie?"

"I brought a couple guys to watch the house. In case we had issues."

"In what fuckin' universe did you think we couldn't, and wouldn't, take care of our own?" Hawk asked.

Minus raised his hands in surrender. "Never crossed my mind. Just wanna help."

Hawk pulled his phone out of his pocket and put it to his ear. "Yo, Mack."

The room stilled, and all heads turned toward Hawk.

"Yeah, man, that's great." He focused on Maisie. "I imagine she'll be all over that. Okay, brother, I'll fill her in. Yeah. Bye," he said, and hung up. "Mack's got a way to get you in."

"What?" she squeaked. "When?"

"Tomorrow. Ryan's organized it… but you're goin' in as a munitions expert. To interrogate Hatch."

"Is he high?" She threw her arms in the air. "I don't know anything about munitions."

"You better get studying, Mummy," Poppy said.

"Clutch can help," Minus offered. "He actually is somewhat of an expert."

"That doesn't make me feel better," Maisie admitted.

"Can we come in now?" Payton asked, walking into the room and sliding into Hawk's arms.

"Were you even gonna wait for me to say 'all clear'?" he challenged.

"No way in hell."

Cassidy and Lily weren't far behind, and Ace and Maverick folded their women in hugs.

"What did we miss?" Cassidy asked.

"Mack's getting me in to see Hatch," Maisie said.

"That's great," Cassidy said, but Maisie rolled her eyes. "It's not great?"

"Get this…" Maisie shook her head. "Ryan, in all his infinite wisdom, is getting me in as a munitions expert to interrogate Hatch."

Payton snorted. "Is he—"

"High?" Maisie interrupted. "Probably."

"Maisie, I really think Clutch can help," Cricket interjected.

"Fine!" she ground out. "Have him come down."

While Minus got Clutch back inside, I took a minute to text Grace. This was gonna take a while and I wanted to make sure I was available for whatever Maisie might need.