Chapter 52

Chapter 52

Brooklyn

Blood drains from my face.

"The entire pack?" I whisper.

If meeting Louisa and the kids went poorly, how would this go over?

"And in exchange," Aden continues, "he's invited all of our crew as well. It was different, when I had Remington come here there was just a small guest list, not so many people..."

I swallow. Why does all of this suddenly feel so threatening?

"But tonight," Aden says, not noticing the face I'm making, "he wants all of his people and all of my people

in a room together. And not on either of our turf-in an outside location."

I glance at the invitation again and see, indeed, that he's invited us all to meet at a local country club.

Aden continues to shake his head and Hudson joins him.

"I just don't like it," Aden says pensively.

"Catch me up," I say. "What exactly is the problem?"

at me then. It's patient, a challenge, I think,

he want

Hudson isn't

other gangs, or other packs,

says, picking up the thread, "because Remington has greater numbers than

an opportunity. To pressure us into deals we're not happy

ask what more dangerous means. "Maybe we should...not

invitations to all of his people, all of mine. If I

hesitating, "I

then, looking at

bursts out

that

and giving me a little swat on my jodhpur-clad butt. "Go get ready! We're leaving

and I stare after him

he..." I

Hudson continues, his

to look him, my eyes as wide as saucers. "Did your dad just

***

hours later, Jayde is putting the finishing touches

little as she pins the last piece into place, finishing it off with some hairspray. My entire scalp hurts, each strand of hair having been combed and tugged and curled and

a triumph, of course. It's so elaborately curled and swept up delicately off my

look like I could be getting

laughs, then, giving

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