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“I’m sorry, is that what you’re trying to say? Fuck you and your fucking sorrys, Kenzie. I gave you three years of my life, three fucking years, and this is how you repay me?”
There’s a tick in his jaw, his blue eyes look like a blazing inferno and I don’t think I’ve ever seen this side of him. Tears build in my eyes but it’s not from his display of hurt and anger. Relief and a little guilt whirls within, closing in around me. I refuse to allow it to swallow me. I’m not that girl anymore.
“I’ve tried to love you, James, I’ve fucking tried!” My hands clench at my sides and I force them to stop shaking. Adrenaline pumps fiercely through me, egging me on after receiving the call from my step-father Dereke.
Pain flashes through his eyes before they harden again and he laughs, shaking his head. “You really are broken, aren’t you? For three years I’ve felt inadequate, like I would never be good enough for you. But you know what? I know that’s not the case now. You’re nothing but a scared little girl running with her skirt tucked between her legs, taking all you can in the process.”
He’s pauses, his breathes coming in ruptured bursts.
Shaking his head once again, he runs his hands through his hair and looks up at me with pity rippling in his eyes. “You are toxic, Kenzie. I’ll grab my stuff and leave and I never want to hear from you ever again. You’ve burnt this bridge for the last time. .”
I watch him spin around and leave the bathroom without another word, my body surging with pent up adrenaline and my mouth half gaping at his outburst I stand there thinking about all he said, and a part of me agrees with him, but the other part refuses to entertain his blowup. Deep down I know I should offer him some comfort, but my body won’t move, and neither will my lips. My thoughts are consumed with what I’m about to do, about who I’m undoubtedly going to run into.
The front door slams, notifying that me James has left, reminding me that I didn’t even give the man I’ve shared my bed with for three years a reason for his dismissal.
Sending a fuck you to the heavens, I will my feet to move so I can begin making arrangements. I have so much to do before leaving and a part of me is apprehensive I won’t make in time to see mom if it’s as bad as Dereke made it out to be.
I managed to dodge silver cased bullets for eleven years, but just as the hands of time keep ticking, so does the sand that keeps falling in the hourglass.My time is up.
I have to leave New York and step foot into hell, into the one place I swore I’d never return. I did what I thought was best for everyone. Not that I truly had a choice. But now my mother is dying and I can’t hold off the inevitable. I need to enter the dragon’s dungeon. I just hope this time I can slay it and not the other way around.
Chapter Five – Justyce
Tonight.
That one word has my contorted mind swimming with all the depraved and fucked up things I’m going to do to Kenzi. I wonder if she has any idea what’s about to transpire once she’s in my peripheral.
I can hear Raine, Acheron and Arrow talking quietly, and I have one question that’s been niggling at my resolve since they dropped this glorious bombshell on me.
“Does she know?” I query.
“All Dereke said was he’d fix it and Kenzi would comply,” Arrow states with a shrug of his broad shoulders.
“Poor little Kenzi might be entering the lion’s den and she doesn’t even know it,” jests Acheron.
“I guess we will find out sooner or later. How is this happening? Is Kenzi coming here or are we heading to Dereke and Alley’s?” I wonder. Normally the person indebted to us would approach us, but if Kenzi doesn’t know then I doubt Dereke will risk entering the club.
My adrenaline is through the roof and I feel elated for the first time in forever. The last time I saw Kenzi enters my mind. I can see her piercing electric blue eyes, her lips opening into a gasp when she realized I was more monster than man.
That night altered the path we both were stumbling down and ultimately shaped our futures. The fear in Kenzi’s eyes still to this day have lava bubbling through my veins. Intuitively, I believe she knew exactly what and who I was, but seeing me with my hands bloodied shifted her perception.
Although she was frightened, there was a hint of something else. I’ve been trying to unravel that mystery to this day. A small smile pulls at my lips. I think I’ll be able to gain a lot of answers once she’s chained to me.
I’m not naïve. I know she’ll fight because that who she is. What she doesn’t know is that will only entice my beast more, and I can’t fucking wait.
Arrow yells out, stealing me from my depraved ruminations. "Dereke messaged and said the flight has been delayed and she won’t be landing for another four hours.”Fuck.
“But we do have other things to attend to while we wait,” Acheron interrupts.
Raine groans, “I’m out. I need to check on my girls and boys before I dance tonight.” She saunters away, letting her hips swing from side to side and then flips us off without even looking back.
I chuckle. She is such a sassy bitch. “What do we need to do?”
“Well Arrow and I picked up a shipment earlier today and we need to make sure thegirlsare settled into their new home, and you have a gun shipment you need to look at and set up,” he pauses, and I allow my mind to wander.
What Acheron means by girls, is soon to be slaves. This is one part of our organization that all of us aren’t completely comfortable with, the buying and selling of women. Sometimes there are men but it’s not as often as women.
Acheron’s father is one sadistic son of a bitch, and my father’s right hand man. If people think I’m a monster then they haven’t met him. I don’t think Avernus, aka Acheron’s dad, is even fucking human. A shiver races over my body when images of what I’ve seen unfold at that house break through my subconscious.
