Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Aden

"Colsen's a mad dog," I say. "We've got to put him down. I'll provide the muscle; all I ask is that you let us take care of it ourselves-between wolves. Don't interfere. As for the spoils...we split fifty-fifty."

Dutton narrows his eyes, then says, "I want eighty-twenty. For my agreement to let you handle it." My jaw is clenched so tightly, I'm worried I might crack my teeth. We wolves can heal from a lot, but we can't regrow teeth.

I don't let my frustration show, though. Hell, I don't care if Dutton takes it all, honestly. Dutton has power, but he's notoriously low on cash-a problem I don't have.

But letting him know that? Giving him exactly what he wants with no pushback? Fuck no.

He might think he has me over a barrel, but he doesn't. And if I let him think he can walk right over me, he'll go around saying so to everyone who will listen to him.

"Sixty-forty," I say as I look at my nails.

Dutton shrugs, not agreeing yet, but not pushing the matter further.

"What about the other bosses?" he asks. "Are you anticipating pushback from Remington?"

I shake my head. "Remington's distracted. His guys are running the game, but he's got some new clue

about his lost kid." I wave a hand, dismissing it. "He's not going to get involved right now.'

Dutton nods, giving me a small smile, and I realize that he already knew this. Dutton might not have cash,

but he does trade in secrets. Likely, Remington got the clue about his kid from the warden to begin with. The question was a test.

I don't like being tested.

If we weren't on Dutton's home turf, this conversation would have played out much differently.

there wouldn't be very

we have

a small nod, then goes back to flipping through the

I'd rip one of his fingers off for being

ivory tower forever...he has to leave

where he lives and how he comes and goes from to

tunnels large enough to drive through under the

is.

prison and doesn't actually ever leave, which is why no one has been able to catch him

little too comfortable, feels too

take care of Colsen, once things

walls, and I will make sure

me out of the office, one of

ordered to take you along to your psychological assessment

him, but say nothing.

me because I didn't give in

"Standard procedure, Kenwood.

I stay silent, following.

pushing it, and just

to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes at me and points at his watch, indicating that he'll have

surprised to see

not a girl. A young woman-twenty-three,

red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as

long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous

weren't bound in silver, my canines would be

from a single

as