Chapter 77

Chapter 77

Brooklyn

The next day, I go down to the kitchen in my riding clothes and wait.

And wait.

I have my breakfast with Hudson, waving him off as he goes to class, and then have about four more tiny cups of espresso as I wait some more.

I'm practically buzzing when Aden finally deigns to come into the room, which is, as usual, busy with activity.

My body responds to his presence, practically reaching toward him, but he doesn't even look at me as he sweeps through the room, then heading to the back corner, where the older captains sit.

He joins them, and they consult for a while, making plans for whatever their next move is.

I grit my teeth, realizing that I'm going to have to wait a little longer.

Forty-five minutes later, Aden walks swiftly past me, headed for the door.

Pissed-I know he saw me sitting here, I know he's doing this on purpose-I stand up and call after him. "Aden!"

He stops in his tracks and then slowly turns to look at me, an eyebrow raised.

Otherwise, though, his body gives no indication of what he's thinking or feeling.

"Can I get a ride, please?" I ask. "To the stables?"

Aden's eyes flick over me.

"No time today," he says as he pushes through the door. "Maybe tomorrow. If I'm feeling generous."

door

this is my

for a comfortable

bed. I sigh, glancing over at

Jayde. She was always a bright spot in my day, making me

and playing with my hair like her own little

now. I hope she's

is your biological family in the moment when you say goodbye

was good to me perhaps

so many skills that I've found useful already in this mafia life, skills I'm

too, if she was also giving me hints about how to defy Aden. Considering that

the whole time

me to take

a little at the idea, still

I'm loyal. But between Aden and my father, the true real powers at play here? Whose side

this house than meets the eye. And that if I'm sneaky, I can find some really interesting and potentially useful-stuff in the

little smile

me out of trouble by taking me

out of bed, put on my

realizing that I know very little about

on the other side there's Hudson's room. Beyond that is the room that Jayde used, and then some other

have no idea

of evil bat. That would suit his personality, for sure. Thinking of the rafters, though, my

off-hand, telling me there was nothing up there but a whole bunch of junk

now, mulling over her

family heirlooms and photo albums were kept downstairs in that little room in the basement... What the hell did they keep

and feeling bold and bored I look around for any evidence of prying eyes and then tiptoe forward,

an ugly brown plywood door, its

clearly, was installed

reach out a hand, firmly grasping the round knob,

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