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“Always, mama,” he replied, kissing my forehead.

I grabbed my purse and headed inside. Once the door was locked, I went straight to the window.

Mase was standing beside Dexter with his phone to his ear.

“Aye, where y’all at?” I heard him ask.

He listened for a moment before looking down at Dexter.

“Meet me at the spot. I got some shit we need to handle,” he told him. “Just you and Tae.”

He ended the call, and I stepped away from the window. He called Joni, so I knew how this shit was going to end. I went into the living room and lowered myself onto the couch, rubbing my shoulder. I could already tell I’d be sore tomorrow, but that was the least of my concerns.

Dexter had finally crossed a line he wasn’t coming back from. Joni had already beaten his, and my son had made it clear he wanted nothing to do with him. Now he’d put his hands on me. I knew Mase, and I knew my brothers. Whatever happened next… Dexter had brought it on himself.

I wasn’t worried about that nigga anymore. I just wanted my men to come home without any problems following them.

And I knew damn well Dexter wasn’t coming back this time.

Chapter Nineteen

Mase

Ipulled into the warehouse parking lot and cut the engine. Dexter was still unconscious in the back of my truck, and my knuckles were throbbing from the fuck out of his ass.

I’d pulled up to Rah’s house and caught that bitch-ass nigga putting his hands on my woman. She had marks on her arms, and he’d shoved her against her car hard enough to hurt her shoulder. I wasn’t letting that shit slide.

I’d barely gotten Dexter inside the warehouse when my phone vibrated. I’d left his unconscious ass in a chair near the back, and after making sure he wasn’t going anywhere, I checked my messages.

Khaotic: Pulling up.

A minute later, Khaotic’s truck came through the gate. He and Tae got out, and I met them at the entrance.

“What’s going on, bruh?” Khaotic questioned as we slapped hands.

“I pulled up to Rah’s house and caught that bitch-ass nigga Dexter with his hands on her,” I told him. “Had her pinned against her car and shit.”

“Where the fuck he at?” Khaotic growled.

“Inside. I knocked his ass out before I brought him here,” I answered.

“Rah straight?” Tae questioned.

“She’s home. Got bruises on her arms, and her shoulder is fucked up, but I’m taking her to get checked out,” I assured him.

Khaotic pulled out his phone and called his sister while Tae followed me inside. Dexter was starting to come around when we reached him, lifting his head as he tried to focus.

“The fuck?” he muttered, looking around.

I stood in front of him, watching him struggle to understand where he was.

“’Bout time you decided to join us, nigga.” I smirked.

“Fuck, you nigga,” he snapped, attempting to stand.

“You’d probably like that shit,” Tae snarled, shoving him back into the chair.

Khaotic came inside a moment later, putting his phone away as he approached us. He didn’t say anything at first. He just stood in front of Dexter, staring at him.