Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Aden

"Colsen's a mad dog," I say. "We've got to put him down. I'll provide the muscle; all I ask is that you let us take care of it ourselves-between wolves. Don't interfere. As for the spoils...we split fifty-fifty."

Dutton narrows his eyes, then says, "I want eighty-twenty. For my agreement to let you handle it." My jaw is clenched so tightly, I'm worried I might crack my teeth. We wolves can heal from a lot, but we can't regrow teeth.

I don't let my frustration show, though. Hell, I don't care if Dutton takes it all, honestly. Dutton has power, but he's notoriously low on cash-a problem I don't have.

But letting him know that? Giving him exactly what he wants with no pushback? Fuck no.

He might think he has me over a barrel, but he doesn't. And if I let him think he can walk right over me, he'll go around saying so to everyone who will listen to him.

"Sixty-forty," I say as I look at my nails.

Dutton shrugs, not agreeing yet, but not pushing the matter further.

"What about the other bosses?" he asks. "Are you anticipating pushback from Remington?"

I shake my head. "Remington's distracted. His guys are running the game, but he's got some new clue

about his lost kid." I wave a hand, dismissing it. "He's not going to get involved right now.'

Dutton nods, giving me a small smile, and I realize that he already knew this. Dutton might not have cash,

but he does trade in secrets. Likely, Remington got the clue about his kid from the warden to begin with. The question was a test.

I don't like being tested.

If we weren't on Dutton's home turf, this conversation would have played out much differently.

be very much

Do we

gives a small nod, then goes back to flipping through the files on his desk, dismissing

one of his fingers off for

in his ivory tower forever...he has to leave

and how he comes and goes from to get in and out of the prison is a

are tunnels large enough to drive through under

is.

at the prison and doesn't actually ever leave, which is why no

a little too

care of Colsen, once

walls, and I will make sure

the office, one

your psychological assessment

glare at him, but say nothing.

I didn't give in to

shrugs. "Standard procedure, Kenwood. All prisoners gotta

I stay silent, following.

just trying to collect

end of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes

to

a girl. A young woman-twenty-three,

playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly,

at the sight of her-those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people like me will take

would be dropping right now, my wolf anxious for a taste of

tell from a single glance

pure as the

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