Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Brooklyn

"Go," Aden says firmly to Lucas, once we're settled inside the black SUV.

Aden and Hudson climb are on either side of me, sandwiching me in the middle.

Pressed between them, I fold my hands between my knees and try my best to breathe evenly as Lucas obediently peels out.

Aden continues to look out the window, surveying the landscape for danger.

Hudson turns to me. He takes my face in my hands and carefully looks me over.

When he ascertains that I'm not scratched or bruised, he moves on to the rest of my body, putting a hand on my knee and taking me in.

"How are you, Brooklyn?" he asks, low. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm f-f-fine," I say, still shivering. I don't know whether it's shock still, or perhaps the cold.

Suddenly, I remember my beautiful cashmere stole-still in the coat check at the country club.

turn backwards to look out the

Aden asks, worry creasing

guilty. Here he is, on high alert, worried for my safety, and I'm sorry to have lost my coat. "N-nothing." I

look at it. "Are

teeth. "Just a graze-nothing the guys at home

look up into his face. "It's a gunshot wound, Aden," I say. "Not a splinter.

and like he doesn't know what to say. Like he doesn't like getting the attention, being

wound. I saw it, I knew it was there, but saying out loud... now I'm really struggling to

leather of the seat, my whole body shaking, pressing my teeth together so that I won't

Hudson pulls off

around me. He

do for

in the

through it. Just keep her warm. Everyone's first

tears start to leak from

a sudden, I'm so fed up with all

be immune to a shootout, as if

people die tonight. People

take me because I'm a powerful pawn in whatever fucking

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