Page 52 of Switch

Dagger frowns. “That the same piece of shit from the carnival?”

“The very same,” I confirm, jaw tightening. “I caught him outside her place, looking through her windows. Motherfucker had akit—duct tape, zip ties, a knife. He was going to do something to her.”

The room goes deathly quiet.

Mason steps forward, his face unreadable. “What happened?”

I glance at Piston and Tank. “We took care of it.”

Mason’s gaze sharpens. “And bytook care of it…?”

Piston laughs darkly. “Let’s just say… he won’t be creeping around anyone else’s windows ever again.”

Dagger smirks, but Mason doesn’t. He lifts his chin. “Follow me.”

No one argues.

We file into Mason’s office, and he shuts the door behind us. He doesn’t sit—just leans against his desk, arms crossed.

“Were you careful?” His voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it.

Tank nods. “Yeah. No mess left behind.”

Mason studies me. “And Mike?”

I meet his gaze. “He ain’t coming back.”

Mason holds my stare for a long moment, then nods. “Good.” He pushes off his desk, rubbing a hand over his beard. “Butch’s crew is going to get what’s coming to them. But if we’ve gotmotherfuckers thinking they can come after our women now, that’s a whole other problem.”

Piston nods. “You’re thinking retaliation?”

Mason’s jaw tightens. “I’m thinking we send a goddamnmessage.”

Dagger cracks his knuckles. “Good. I’m getting real tired of this bullshit.”

Mason looks at me. “You in?”

I don’t hesitate. “Always.”

Mason smirks. “That’s what I like to hear,Switch.” And just like that, it’s official.

TWENTY

JAX

I’min the middle of wrapping up some charting when my phone buzzes on the desk next to me. I glance down and see a notification from an unfamiliar group chat.

New Group Chat: OLD LADIES

Frowning, I unlock my phone and open the chat. Before I can even process what’s happening, messages start rolling in at full speed.

Chloe:Alright, bitches, it’s time.

Carlie:Damn right. Our men have had their heads up their asses lately. Time to remind them exactly who they belong to.

Jenny:Hell yes. Tight dresses, high heels, and all the sexy shit that makes them sweat.

Sophie:And full glam. I want Tank to be shook when he sees me.

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