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“What the f**k’s wrong with you?” Hatch bellowed as he pushed off me.
“Me? What… the hell is wrong… with you?” I managed to huff out. I’d now found myself in the “Desperately Seeking Oxygen” club along with Booker.
“That was a cheap fuckin’ shot,” Hatch said.
“Cheap shot, my ass. All I did was sack a man that was left undefended.”
“Yeah, well. it’s gonna be your ass if you ever pull that kind of s**t in my house again.”
I rose to my feet. “You wanna talk about cheap shots? Booker had a fuckin’ ball in his hands. What do you call that s**t?” I asked, pointing to the spot where he’d tackled me.
“This was supposed to be a friendly game, and you took it too far.”
“Well, friend, I’m gonna have to say it’s you that’s takin’ s**t too far,” I replied.
“You hit Booker too f*****g har
