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bow to your new King. Including you, dear brother. Rules are rules in our community.”
    I give my command with such a thunderous power, all three of them fall to a knee. Hayden’s face is so red it looks like it might pop. Zee looks positively disgusted. And Steffan, that psycho, isn’t angry at all. He’s the one I keep my eye on. Unhinged motherfucker.
    “You’re not Zadden!” Zee bellows. “Zadden was weak!”
    Storming over to him, I grab him by his neck and haul him to his feet. I bare my teeth, getting right in his face. “Do you feel the way my hand could crush your windpipe with one squeeze? I’m fucking dying to do it. It’s taking all of my strength not to kill you. Zadden may not have fit your perfect mold. But, Madden ‘Mad Dog’ Finn will pull your spine out through your throat and make fucking wind chimes out of your vertebrae to give to his mother,” I mutter with a growl. “Not weak at all, brother.”
    When I hear a hateful roar behind me, I don’t have time react and see what the commotion is about before shots ring out in the air. Hayden crawls away, toward the vehicle, as the guns pop off like firecrackers in a bucket. I toss Zee out of the way of the gunfire. With a twist, I yank my pistol from my belt and swing it toward Steffan. But, as quickly as it started, all that’s left are echoes in my ears. Cassius and Jagger stand over Steffan’s lifeless body with their weapons aimed at him.
    “I’m getting too old for this shit,” Jagger grumbles and tucks his gun into the back of his jeans.
    Cassius slaps his shoulder. “Should I off you now then, fuck face? Go ahead and take my place as prez?”
    Jagger shoves him. “Fuck off, Cass. I ain’t too old to kill your slimy ass.”
    Gravel kicks up as Hayden and Zee tear out of the parking lot in their vehicle.
    “Run!” I call out after the taillights. “Pussies.”
    Cassius chuckles from behind me. “You don’t fuck with the Southside Sinners. I don’t care if you’re a goddamned-stupid-ass-wannabe-king mermaid or some shit. Sinners don’t play.”
    I smirk. “Merman, asshole. Mermaids, are the chicks.”
    “Well, by all means, go get your little mermaid, Mad Dog, and do marital shit. Whatever the hell that is. Cass and I will get rid of the body,” Jagger grunts.
    Cassius groans. “Fuck that. Call Steam. Fat boy could use the exercise. What’s the point of being prez, Jagger, if you don’t boss some poor fuckers around and make them do your dirty work?”
    Shaking my head, I hold up two fingers in a peace sign. “I’m out. See you on the flip side.”
    “Pussy-whipped motherfucker!” Cassius calls out, and then laughs.
    I laugh all the way to my bike.
    Time to go get my girl.

    As soon as the rumble of my bike cuts off, the sound of the chimes fill the air around me. Mama Constance loves those fucking things. And quite frankly, I love them too. The haunted musical sounds tug at memories from my toddler years. A woman, with hair as black as ink, singing to me as she rocked me. I don’t have pictures of my birth mother or much to go on, but the wind chimes remind me of her.
    When I walk into the house, my adoptive mother is sitting at the bar with her reading glasses at the end of her nose, staring at her laptop.
    “Hey Maddy,” she says, her eyes still glued to the screen. “Looks like they caught the next flight back to Cape Town. We can all breathe easy again.”
    I saunter over to her and kiss the top of her head. “They can have their life there. And now that everything is out in the open, I think we’ll live ours here.”
    She smiles and pats my arm. “And your people?”
    “My people are here. I think Hali feels the same.”
    “Good,” she says with a sigh. “I want my boy close by. And little Hali’s quite a catch, son.”
    I laugh. “Yes, she is. Speaking of,” I question and look up toward the dark windows, “where’s my sea angel?”
    She waves toward the ocean. “Doing what our people do best.