Chapter 15
Hiding in the back of a large van, watching some guy he didn’t know play with monitors and speakers and a keyboard he used with frightening proficiency, was not Aden’s idea of comfortable. He knew why they were doing it. Darren was right. Oliver expected a full frontal assault, retaliation in blood and c*****e as befitted the havoc he had already wrought. Attacking Argenti-style was the smartest idea, as well as the one most likely to succeed.
It just made him uneasy. He had a silver tongue when it came to political friends and maneuverings, but when it came down to it, Aden preferred working with his hands. He liked fighting. He loved the chase. It was why he adored books as much as he did and preferred them to computers. He liked the tangible page, resting in his palm. Perha
