Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Aden

A few streets later, I'm surprised by the sound of her voice.

"Where...?" Her voice is breathy.

My gaze snaps to her, taking in her wide, beautiful eyes, the movement of her throat as she gulps in fear. She damn near jumps at the force of my glare, but then she braces herself. "Where are you taking me?" she demands, her voice more confident.

I go back to focusing on the road.

"Please let me go. They've got my sister back there... I don't know what they'll do to her!"

I make a mental note of it.

She tries again. "Please," she whispers. "I didn't mean any harm at the prison-

or here, I don't know what I did-"

"You didn't do anything," I say flatly, turning onto a side street.

Her voice is frantic when she tries again. "Are you...are you taking me to a brothel?"

I turn to stare at her, my brow furrowed with disgust and

confusion. She's shaking like a leaf in the front seat.

take you to a brothel,

me...work there. Pay off

head again, laughing a dark little laugh. I just saved this girl from Davis, and here she is accusing me of

moving in the seat next to me, dipping to the

what? Maybe a piece of

for a moment until-click, click.

so close to her perfect face that I can smell. the delicate peach fuzz

she demands. Her voice is shaking, and

lighter against

"Brooklyn!" I roar.

I swear

I growl,

to a violent stop. An unbuckled Brooklyn flies. forward, slamming her ribs into the dashboard, slipping

work to control

any other cars and that

in park, spinning

en

SWI

one hand to her ribs. I grind my molars, frustrated, glancing

she's okay, I tell myself. Any

low warning growl, needing to release some of my anger before

of the car for a metal box I keep there for moments. like this, with uncooperative captives. She speaks with her eyes closed, still pressing her hand

to make

she whimpers, "the

me work off my debt some other way

dramatic," I bite