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.

to look out the

Aden asks, worry creasing his

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

him to look at

me with gritted teeth. "Just a graze-nothing the guys at home can't patch up. It'll

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

and like he doesn't know what to say. Like he

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

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

pulls off his

it around me. He looks towards his

I do for

forward in

keep her

tears start to leak from my eyes, sliding down my

so fed up with

with this world, with this life-how people can be immune to a shootout, as if there will be more and I'll just get used

saw people die tonight.

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

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