Page 51 of Switch

Dagger, who’s been quiet this whole time, finally speaks up. “You want us to hunt ‘em down?”

Mason exhales slowly, rolling his shoulders like he’s settling something deep inside himself. “Not yet. First, we clean this shit up. Get Perdition back in order and make sure the clubhouse is secured. We don’t move recklessly.” His gaze sweeps over us again. “But don’t get it twisted—we will move.”

Tank cracks his knuckles. “So we just sit on our hands ‘til then?”

Mason smirks, but there’s no humor behind it. “Nah. We let ‘em think they got one over on us. Let ‘em get comfortable.” He shifts, turning back to the group fully. “And when the time’s right?” He pauses, eyes dark and full of promise.“We remind ‘em who the fuck we are.”

A heavy silence hangs between us for a second. Then Piston lets out a sharp exhale, nodding. “Fine by me. Just make sure we don’t wait too long. I got some rage to work out.”

Rev smirks. “Ain’t that every day for you?”

Piston flips him off, but the tension in the air doesn’t break. It’s thick, electric. The kind that only comes before a storm.

Mason glances at me. “Jax, get a list of what’s broken and what we need to get it fixed.”

I nod, already running numbers in my head. “On it.”

Mason turns to Blade and Rev. “Round up a few prospects and get started on the cleanup.”

Blade rolls his shoulders. “Can’t say I’m thrilled about playing janitor, but whatever gets us to the fun part faster.”

Dagger speaks up again, his voice steady. “We all know where this is going. No way Butch and his crew stop at this.” He gestures at the walls, the windows, the wreckage inside. “They’re going to keep pushing.”

Mason’s jaw tightens. “Let ‘em.” His voice drops lower, more dangerous. “We’ll push back harder.” A ripple of approval rolls through the group. Yeah. They fucked up.

The clubhouse is still a wreck, but nobody’s bitching about it. We all know this isn’t over. Butch and his crew made their move, and now we’re waiting on Mason to decide how we’re going to hit back.

I’m stacking chairs inside Perdition when Piston strolls up, smirking like he’s got something to say. Which means he definitely does.

He claps a hand on my shoulder. “You know, maybeSwitchhere should be the one to teach Butch’s crew a real lesson.”

That gets Dagger’s attention. He straightens up from where he’s leaning against the bar, his sharp eyes cutting to Piston. “Switch?”

Piston just grins. “Yeah, that’s what we’re calling him now.”

Tank snorts. “Did he everreallyhave a road name? We all just kept calling him Jax.”

Rev laughs, sipping his beer. “Yeah, guess he just slid by without one.”

Blade shakes his head. “Well, that shit’s done now.”

Dagger crosses his arms. “So, what? You justdecidedthis?”

Piston shrugs. “Nah, man. Road names chooseyou. And trust me—this onefits.”

Dagger raises a brow. “Yeah? And why’s that?”

Piston’s grin fades just a little, and he glances around the room before lowering his voice. “Because I saw what he did to Mike.”

That gets everyone’s attention.

Mason, who just walked in, pauses in the doorway. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Piston smirks, but his tone is serious. “AskSwitch.”

All eyes turn to me.

I exhale through my nose, crossing my arms. “Mike was creeping around Bella’s house the other night.”

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