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I stomp back toward the beach house and around the side of the pool when I see Storm. He’s practicing again. I walk over to the closest table and drop down, shoving my glasses on my face so that he can’t see me watching him. I take him in, the way he moves, the way his muscles work as he moves.

He can’t see that I’m watching him with as dark as my glasses are, but he turns and looks at me as if he can. I ignore him until he starts walking toward me. I shove out of the chair and walk away before he gets close to me.

When he isn’t behind me any longer, I try some of the moves that he was doing. I can fight, but not like that.

“Don’t drop your hands,” I hear his voice. I startle slightly before turning to face him.

“What?”

“You’re droppin’ your hands. If you drop your hands, you’re givin’ them access to your face.”

“Why are you watching me?”

“Why are you watchin’ me?” He questions back.

I shrug my shoulders before pulling my glasses off so I can look at him.

“I know how to fight, but not like that.”

“Why do you need to know how to fight like me?”

“Just curious.”

“No, that’s not it. What are you up to?”

“If I told you, you would run to my uncle.” I cross my arms over my chest and watch as he looks at me intently.

“Not if you asked me not to.”

“Why do you care?”

“You know what? I don’t. Fuck this,” he snaps before turning and starting to walk away. Fuck. Maybe he could show me some more moves.

“The MC that killed my dad is back.” Storm stops walking now and turns to face me. I can see the anger in his eyes as he walks back toward me.

“I didn’t hear that.”

“Yeah, I don’t think he was telling everyone just yet.”

“And you’re afraid that they’ll come after you?” he asks. I shake my head. I’m not afraid. Never have been, never would be. Things like that don’t scare me.

“Not exactly.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Would you teach me?”

“What?”

“To fight like you.”

“Why do you need to know?”

“I just told you. The MC is back,” I remind him.

“That has nothin’ to do with you.”

“Doesn’t it?” I ask, cocking my head to the side and staring at him. He doesn’t get it. He wasn’t there, so he’ll never understand why I need to do what I need to do. “For fuck’s sake, Storm! I’m going after them!”