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.

backwards to look out the rear window, regretting the loss of

asks, worry

I'm sorry to have lost my coat. "N-nothing." I shake my

look at

gritted teeth. "Just a graze-nothing the guys at home can't

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

and like he doesn't know what to

me. A gunshot wound. I saw it, I knew it was there, but saying out

body shaking, pressing my teeth together

pulls

it around me. He looks towards

I do

in the car,

father says. "She'll get through it. Just keep her warm. Everyone's first time in

arms around me as the tears start to leak from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks in a silent

a sudden, I'm so fed up with

a shootout, as if there

die tonight.

people who were coming after me, maybe. Trying to take me because I'm a powerful pawn in whatever

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