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.

be

we

small nod, then goes back to flipping through the files on his desk,

one of

in his ivory tower forever...he has to leave at some

and how he comes and goes from to get

large enough to drive through under the prison that run to wherever his

is.

prison and doesn't actually ever leave, which is why no one

gotten a little too comfortable,

care of Colsen, once

will

walk me out of the office, one of the guards

ordered to take you along to your

him, but say

on me because I didn't give in to his initial demand of an eighty-twenty

Kenwood. All prisoners

I stay silent, following.

it, and just

of the hallway, noting that my lawyer is standing outside the door. He rolls his eyes

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 she takes

dammit. My body tenses at the sight of her-those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white

weren't bound in silver, my canines would be dropping right now, my wolf

can tell from a single glance

as the