Dwelling on the past is useless now.
The ocean waves lap softly at the shore. It’s so peaceful in this fucking paradise that it’s unbearable.
Everything that I’ve known for two years now reminds me of her though she’s been here for less than two weeks. She is not here anymore, and I have to change that.
I turn around slowly.
Jeok, Ty, Owen, and others stand by the dining room and smoke, glancing in my direction.
They are my family. But they won’t go with the crazy idea I have in my mind.
I meet Ty’s eyes as I approach, and he looks away with guilt as if everything is his fault.
“I am going to the Westside,” I blurt, walking past them and toward the workshop.
“Don’t be stupid, Kai!” Ty calls behind me.
I don’t stop.
He catches up, grabs me by the bicep, and whips me around.
“They have weapons. Manpower,” he says.
“I have fucking weapons too,” I hiss, jerking my arm out of his hold as I keep walking.
“You are not a fucking Rambo!” Ty shouts in my back.
I don’t stop.
I’ll be a fucking Rambo, Witcher, Deadpool, and whatever the fuck I need to be to take revenge on Crone and get my girl back.
By the time I storm into the workshop, my anger is a tamed beast, and I know exactly what I have to do.
I start opening the crates, one by one, and pulling the stash out. Knives. Handmade guns. Bullets. Tasers.
I have the inventory list, but I need a plan.
I’ve been here before—standing at ground zero, watching my life spiral downhill. What it taught me is that I have to get up and move my ass. And if I have to go through hell to get Callie back, I will. When I have her next to me, nothing else in this fucked-up world will matter.
I hear the door open, but I don’t turn and keep setting the equipment on the floor in even rows.
The fucking Chancellor might have real guns and his goons. But nothing is like a man bound on revenge. And it will be cold by the time I get there. I knew I was on this fucking island for a reason.
The footsteps get louder and halt right behind me.
I stop what I’m doing and turn around.
Ty. Owen. Guff. Zach.
I hear more footsteps, and several other guys come in.
Fuck.
They will try to stop me, of course.
I straighten up, ready to fight if needed, ready to grab whatever I can and make my way to the other side.
The other guys cross their arms over their chests.