“Hired muscle,” Rook says, shaking his head.
Switchback nods. “Gave ’em cuts,” he adds with a smirk. “Figured if the Sinners saw our patches again, they’d come knocking.”
“Fake patches,” Bishop repeats, disgust thick in his voice.
Switchback shrugs. “War needed a spark.”
“And Sasha?” I ask, my voice dropping as something inside me goes ice cold.
Switchback’s eyes slide to me, and that’s when I notice the unhinged gleam in them.
“If I couldn’t have Savannah,” he says slowly… “figured I’d take something of his.”
I’m across the table before anyone can stop me, dragging him up by his shirt and slamming him against the wall. The wood cracks behind him.
“You don’t talk about my old lady,” I snarl. “You don’t even think about her.”
He laughs in my face. “Too fucking late. Ever noticed how much she looks like her mom?”
I roar with rage, seeing red. My fist drives into his gut, again and again, until Diesel puts his hand on my shoulder.
“Don’t kill him,” he warns. “Not yet.”
I step back, chest heaving, breath sawing in and out.
Switchback sags against the wall, barely conscious now. But still smiling.
Fucking psycho.
Bishop steps forward slowly, looking down at him with disappointment, rage, and something like grief.
“All this,” he says quietly. “For something that was over.”
“It was never over,” Switchback whispers.
Bishop nods once, then he looks at me.
“Your call,” he says. “He killed your Prez.”
And tried to take my woman.
I roll my shoulders, staring at Switchback.
“Make him talk,” I say coldly. “Names. Everyone involved.”
I crouch in front of him, grabbing his chin and forcing his eyes open.
“Then we end it.”
24
SASHA
Ipace the kitchen floor, my nails bitten down to painful stubs. Every few seconds, I glance at my phone lying silent on the counter.
“You’ll wear a hole in that tile, sweetheart,” Ruth says, placing a hand on my shoulder as she passes. She’s been baking for hours—stress cookies, she called them—but the sweet scent does nothing to calm my nerves.
“He should’ve called by now.” My voice cracks. “What if something went wrong? What if they?—”
