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“Get the hell out of my way,” I snap, trying to shove his arm out of my way.

“Fuck, I love a fighter.”

Chapter 4

Kenzee

The salty ocean water burns my wound, but I couldn’t care less. I lay back on the sand and let the waves rush around me with my eyes closed. Something about being here, in this moment, feels serene. It’s like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, if only for a while.

“You look comfortable,” I hear my uncle say. A shadow passes over me, so I open my eyes and look up to see him standing there.

“I am. This is the most peace that I’ve felt in a long time,” I admit to him.

“Good. I’m glad. You deserve that, Kenz.”

“Thanks. I know it won’t last but at least for a while, yeah?” I ask him. He nods his head and holds out his hand to me. I reach up and let him pull me out of my comfort zone. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he has something to say.

“We need to talk,” he says softly. I know whatever it is he doesn’t really want to tell me, but he also has to.

“What’s going on?” I ask as he keeps my hand in his as we walk back up the beach.

“You’re not gonna like this.”

“What is it?” He sighs and keeps his hand wrapped tightly around mine before he turns to me, and I can see the dread in his eyes.

“The MC, the one that killed your dad, they’re back.”

“What do you mean they’re back?”

“We have it on good word that they’re back. Not in Savannah, but close.”

“And what the fuck are we going to do about it?” I snap at him, trying to pull my hand away from his. He doesn’t allow it, and I start to feel annoyed.

“Nothin’ as of now.”

“What the fuck do you mean? We have to do something!”

“We will, Kenzee, but not right now. They have new members and we didn’t plan on that.”

“How many more?” I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

“A lot more, as far as we know. We need time to plan an attack. We need time to figure things out,” he says. I know what he means, and I understand it, but this has been years I’ve dreamed about this. Dreamed about the motherfuckers that took my father’s life to come back into the picture.

When everything happened, they ran. They killed him, and as far as anyone knew, they disbanded and went on their way. And now, he’s telling me that they’re back? Anger surges inside of me, and the thought of getting my hands on them sets my nerves on edge.

“And you want me to sit back and wait that out?”

“You don’t have a choice, Kenzee. This is what we have to do.” I take a deep breath and sigh, nodding my head. I know that he’s right. I know that things have to be done a certain way. I’ve lived this life long enough to know that much.

“Okay. Just promise me I’ll be a part of it.”

“Kenz, come on. You’re a princess, not a killer.”

“Don’t do that, Jenson. Don’t fucking do that to me! You know as well as I do that I can handle it.”

“Your dad wouldn’t want that.”

“My dad is gone! He isn’t here anymore, and if it’s the last fucking thing that I do, I’ll be a part of taking out the assholes that took him from me.” With that, I rip my arm away from him and storm off down the beach. I stop long enough to grab my towel and keep going.