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.

wouldn't be

we have

to flipping through the files

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

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

from to get in

enough to drive through

is.

he lives at the prison and doesn't actually ever leave, which is why no one has been able to catch him outside of these protective

little too comfortable,

Colsen, once things have

I will

me out of the office, one of the guards turns

your psychological assessment before

but say nothing. This is

me because I didn't give in to his initial

"Standard procedure, Kenwood. All prisoners

I stay silent, following.

pushing it, and just

rolls his eyes at me and points at his watch, indicating that he'll have me out of here in no time. I not, then focus my attention

surprised to

a girl. A

lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder.

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

wrists weren't bound in silver, my canines would be dropping

tell from a

as