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

Do we

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

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

ivory tower forever...he has to leave at

lives and how he comes and goes from to get in and out of the prison

drive through under the prison that run to wherever

is.

say he lives at the prison and doesn't actually ever leave, which is why no

a little too comfortable, feels

care of Colsen, once

Dutton outside of these walls, and I will make sure he never feels safe and

guards walk me out of the

to take you along to your psychological

but say nothing.

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

shrugs. "Standard procedure, Kenwood. All prisoners

I stay silent, following.

it, and just trying

his eyes at me and points at

surprised to see a

A young woman-twenty-three,

up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just

the sight of her-those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that

bound in silver, my canines would be dropping right now, my wolf anxious for a taste

from a

pure as the