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 have

then goes back to flipping through the files on

we were anywhere else, I'd rip one of his fingers off for

in his ivory tower forever...he has to leave at some point. How's he's

goes from to get in and out

to drive through under the prison that

is.

actually ever leave, which is why

a little too comfortable, feels too

care of Colsen,

of these walls, and I will make sure he

the

take you along to your psychological assessment before returning you to

at him, but say nothing. This

his "muscles" on me because I didn't give in to

"Standard procedure, Kenwood. All prisoners gotta do

I stay silent, following.

pushing it, and just trying

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

to see a

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

long red ponytail that drifts over her

with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears

silver, my canines would be dropping

tell from a single

as the