“It should’ve been me. Savannah was mine,” he says, voice roughening. “Everyone knew it.”
“No,” I cut in sharply. “You thought she was. It was always Vike for her.”
“She chose him,” Switchback says, like the words still burn. “Chose that Sinner piece of shit over a man who knew her her whole life.”
“That was her choice,” Diesel snaps.
“And it got her killed!” Switchback roars, slamming his fist on the table. The movement makes him wince, blood seeping faster through his shirt.
I exchange a look with Bishop. Was all of this really over a woman? Even if it was one as incredible as Sasha’s mom.
“You remember Grim?” Switchback goes on, talking to Bishop now. “Or you forget that too?”
Bishop’s expression darkens. “I remember,” he says.
“Viking put him in the ground,” Switchback says. “Our Prez. Our fucking anchor.”
“And we took out an innocent fucking woman tryin’ to get revenge,” Bishop shoots back. “We voted. We ended it.”
“We buried it,” Rook adds.
Switchback laughs again, shaking his head. “You buried it,” he says. “I didn’t. And I couldn’t get over what I did.”
“The car bomb,” I say flatly. “It was your idea. Told your club it was payback for Grim.”
Switchback doesn’t deny it. “Wasn’t hard,” he says. “Everyone was still pissed. Still hurting. Needed someone to point the finger at.”
“Finish it,” Bishop orders when Switchback goes silent.
“She wasn’t supposed to die,” the asshole seethes. “That was meant for him.”
“And whose fault is that?” Diesel snarls.
Switchback’s eyes blaze. “His,” he spits. “Always his. If he hadn’t come around?—”
“If you hadn’t planted the bomb,” I cut in coldly, “she’d still be alive.”
Switchback flinches, his eyes going distant for a moment. Then the rage comes back, stronger than before.
“I spent twelve years trying to fix it,” he spits. “Trying to make it right.”
“By starting a war?” Diesel scoffs.
“By finishing what should’ve been done,” Switchback snaps. He looks at Bishop again, his eyes accusing. “You let it go. You let him walk.”
“We chose survival,” Bishop growls. “We chose the club.”
“You chose him over her!” Switchback fires back.
“No,” Rook cuts in, voice deadly calm. “We chose not to bury more brothers.”
“So I did it myself,” he says finally.
“And there it is,” Diesel mutters.
My hands ball into fists at my side. This piece of shit caused so much suffering.
“Couldn’t turn enough of the club,” Switchback admits, sneering at Bishop. “Too many of you went soft. So I found men who weren’t.”
