Chapter 88

Chapter 88

Aden

"Brooklyn!" I yell the moment I walk into the house, storming down the hall.

The household staff freeze and then scatter when they sense that something is wrong. Secretly, I like this. They know their place.

Still, Brooklyn doesn't answer.

I call for her again, heading up the steps at a brisk pace.

When I arrive at her room, I push open her door. I don't care what I walk in on. She will come when I call her.

But when I enter the room, she's not there.

The bed is mussed and scattered with books, pens, and paper-as if she was just sitting here a moment ago. But where the hell is she?

Angry, I turn, ready to search the rest of the house. Unfortunately for her, a housekeeper is skittering past at just that moment.

"Where is she?" I demand, my voice harsh.

"Um," she says, looking up at me with fear in her eyes. "She left. A few hours ago."

I take a step forward, glaring down at the woman. "Where did she go?"

The housekeeper shakes her head frantically. "I don't know," she says, her voice going soft. "But she was wearing...those boots."

I step back, realizing that my anger is misplaced. I don't say another word, just head back down the stairs.

I bang through the door to the kitchen, striding over to the table of older gentlemen.

"We let her go?" I demand.

look up, their faces

the barn," one says, casual. "She loves

certainly didn't take herself, and

kid took her. The young one. Lucas. They headed out

the garage in under a minute, grabbing a set of keys off the wall and heading

into

thinking through my actions. I just need to

so much I have to sort through,

and packs are on. I have to figure out just how far Colsen has gone within the drug trade-whether he's taken down other bosses or made alliances

own position, my own forces. This could come to war if I'm not careful.

for

so that no one can take her from me. No one can hold

throw the car into park, stepping out

fast as they can and making themselves

town.

to peer at me over

I arrive at Heathcliff's stall, it's

means only

and head for the training ring out

her

hair flowing over her shoulders, seated

horse that I chose specifically because

en

forward, eager to interrupt, needing to talk to lock her down,

the ring, her horse trotting neatly as she raises and lowers herself in the saddle to match the horse's

her face as she does it-a natural horsewoman, yes, but also someone who is seeing the results

I get nearer, though, I receive a shock. Her smiles

shift my gaze, and when I see who is

Lucas.

no good

hired him for his brawn and

doing in

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