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.

standing across the VIP area, his arms crossed, staring at her.

her feet, reaching out her arms to wrap this big fat potato of a

bit like it, too.

I can tell her voice is falsely cheerful.

he says, wrapping his hands around her upper arms and pushing her way from

Brooklyn?" She gestures towards me with a big smile. "Brooklyn, this is Miguel Davis, an

in the generous portion of my thigh

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

keep her leashed. We're not allowed to shift at all in establishments where humans

hello," I say,

by her elbow. "Come on.

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

wolf versus

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

follows Davis

for a long

run my

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

wolf, I

calms me to know

and the door opens. My stomach drops. There's Davis, but where's

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

"Jolie's sister, right?"

"Yes. Where is she?"