Chef Hatchet Novels & Stories

'There's nothing else to use. Venom enters the kitchenette, sneering angrily, and laughs at the pen, blunt knife and wooden spoon. He walks slowly towards us, and I throw the salt in his face burning his eyes. He lunges towards me, unable to see, and he tries to grab me. Hailey runs behind Venom and hits him across the head with the wooden spoon, snapping it in half.

His stomach grew very cold. C. K. Carlton Kretch. Grandpa Carlton’s hatchet. Impossible. He’d seen that hatchet once, when he and Dad and Grandpa and Scott had gone camping last year. Grandpa had let out that maybe someday he’d give the hatchet to Jesse for his birthday . . . Holy. Shit. Jesse stood and clutched the ruined and impossible handle. Everyone else could pretend Scott went crazy and killed himself, but he knew. Somehow, he knew.

“Now, the fowl?” Micha asked, seemingly ignoring the man behind him. “We got three hundred chicken. Nine turkeys. Two emus. Five pea fowl and two pea cocks.” The older man said, knowing that Micha was showing him the respect as the seller by not responding to the men behind him. “And how much for the entire lot?” Micha asked. “I can have the money transferred in five minutes.” “How about a cool ten thousand for the entire lot of everything?” Mr. Hatchet said.

I just hope he does not choose to murder me in the middle of the night. Hector gathered the wood away from the cottage then proceeded to start a fire with a bit of fuel and a lighter. He looked like he had done this many times before. He walked into the cottage then popped back out with some supplies I hadn’t noticed were in there. He was going to cook. I was leaning against a tree watching and admiring a shirtless Hector move around with ingredients and add it to the pot on the fire. Some minutes later I could smell the aroma of chicken stew and my stomach started rumbling. I hadn’t had anything to eat the whole day so he better be making that for the both of us.

In his large fist he wielded the Sauk war hatchet, one of its two hawk feathers intact. Tommy spun in shock as the bare-chested Salt slashed crossways twice with the small ax, forehanded and back. The blade caught flesh and Tommy cried out. Something went flying from his hand into the shadows. Then Salt was driving his prey to the ground, triumphant, rearing back with his razored hatchet high—

The authorities won’t go against the Moretti’s or Alessa. “Hey, there are women here who need your help. Please get them back to their families safely. If they need anything in the future. Here is my number. Please have them reach out to me.” I say, handing the officer my number and details. She nods at me and heads further into this shithole to find the poor women. After what feels like forever, Hatchet is taken to the hospital. I look at the blood left behind that stains the floor and walls. My family’s men and some of the members of the MC are carrying the barrels and product outside into the van.

Blue said, his eyes locked on Kenzie. “Blue,” Torque mumbled. “Focus.” Blue leaned back in the chair and cleared his throat. “But, yeah, I came across a few of them guerilla dudes. Poor blokes didn’t know what hit them.” “You see, the way they set up the traps was poorly done,” Hatchett said as he eyed me suspiciously. “I’m surprised you got snagged.” Irritation flashed through me. I could feel the dissatisfaction in Hatchett’s tone and his scrutiny on why I was the alpha. I’d known back then it was a rookie mistake.

“Stop the car, you b*stard! Stop it right now!” “I don’t want to die with you!” “Don’t you know?!” “Not only is the Hatchet Gang one of the Gang of Six, but they’re also filled with experts! The head of the gang, Kayden Balmer, is near invincible!” “You’ll just cart yourself to your death if you go there now!” “You’re going to look for them for trouble?” “You might not even get past the front door! They’ll send you flying with a single slap to the face!”

The flight on the helicopter takes about four hours. The entire way there, I have Fati’s parents helping me by chopping, mashing, and separating ingredients for the potion that I’ll need to give Kurt before Fati can mark him. “How do you know what to do? Have you helped someone do this before?” Hakeem asks as he muddles together stinging nettle and lemon balm. I need all of the ingredients in a liquid form so that I can inject it the central line that his IV will be in. By the time it’s drained, he’ll be ready for the matemark and it will make him a werewolf.