Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Brooklyn

The music pounds in the club and, I have to admit, I'm really starting to have fun.

Lena is even loosening up a little bit, and she's not as on edge as she has been the past few days. Though, she absolutely keeps throwing up images of Kenwood in my mind.

Jolie dressed me tonight, which would usually make me uncomfortable, but for once, I let her take charge and decided to step out of my comfort zone and just go with it. What she calls a "dress" is more a sheet of silver fabric that falls across my front and then wraps low around my hips. It's strapped together across my shoulders with a spiderweb of silver strings.

Gotta give it up to that wolf shifter metabolism...I'm showing a lot of skin, but I know I look good. Despite spending the last couple of days drowning myself in Ben & Jerry's.

She also curled my long red hair into waves and gave me shadowy makeup and full red lips. Looking at myself in the club's mirrored walls, I feel...well, I blush to admit it, but I feel really sexy.

It's a strange feeling.

I'm not sure what I expected when Jolie took me to one of "her" clubs, but this feels nothing like a strip club. In fact, so far every woman dancing on the stages is fully clothed. I look around from my spot in a round corner booth, curious as to where everything else happens.

Jolie sits down next to me then, laughing. She waves goodbye to the man she had been talking with, then turns her attention to me. Her eyes are a little glazed.

"You having fun, baby Brooklyn?" She gives me a wide, inviting smile. I can't help but smile back. "Yes," I say, laughing. "Though I'm curious...where does...all the oth-"

Jolie stiffens next to me, and I stop talking.

Lena scents fear.

There's a man standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her. When I look, he starts

fat potato of a man in a hug. I grimace a little he looks like he hasn't showered

like it, too.

and I can tell her voice

hands around her upper arms and

a big smile. "Brooklyn, this is Miguel Davis, an old friend. He's the manager of

the generous portion of my thigh exposed

wasn't uncomfortable before, but now I try to tug it down lower

keep her

I say,

takes Jolie by her elbow. "Come on. We're going to talk

suddenly serious. She leans down to whisper to me. "It's just work

versus human.

even though I'm not sure what her wolf can even do for her right now. Between

follows Davis into the

for

run my hand over

tiny switchblade hidden there. The only possession my mother left to me in her will.

claws or my wolf, I

it calms me to know that

door opens. My stomach drops. There's

catch on me as he starts to move farther out into the club. I see him mouth the word "shit," and

"Jolie's sister, right?"

"Yes. Where is she?"