Chapter 62

AARON

Holy shi t. I just walked into a frat house.

That’s my first impression of Pack Roberts’ main hall.

There are pool tables and flat screen tv’s. Bars with cases of alcohol stacked haphazardly. At least a dozen empty kegs are lined like silver building blocks along one wall.

Couches have cigarette burns and look old, the leather faded and cracking.

I stare into the far right corner. Thinking I must be wrong about what I see.

But. Nope. It’s right there…

A stripper pole.

Naturally.

whole room bears

stale beer.

a hot mess.

glance at

and she’s openly staring. Her pretty face is contorted with a measure of shock and then she snaps her mo uth sh ut and forces her face into a pleasant expression. The shock and revulsion are hidden behind

seen that expression one

I stand beside her. I address Liam: “I imagine this hit your pack

“You have no

this trashed room.

Leah, I can sense

here are layered. It’s not a one-night bender that

first time, I think maybe it was some small miracle that Leah came to live with me. I can’t imagine her fate had

this way,” Liam

his arm for

stay next

casts me a di rty

fine. She’s pis sed. I

to know that

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