Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Brooklyn

I'm in a daze, half in consciousness, half out of it.

I hear a moan.

Did that come from me?

open my eyes, frowning. Where's the car? I close my eyes. against the warm yellow light of the room. I want to wake up, but I feel sleep pressing me back down-

A prick at my finger...

I jump at it, pushing away the hands that hold my arm-

"It's all right," a woman's soft voice says. "All done now..."

Then, a man's voice...

I-swim out of the darkness, propelled by fear. I know that voice.

"...to the lab, I want fast processing. I want it compared to the bloodline..."

I shake my head, groaning. I blink, looking around the finely furnished room. I don't know this place.

I push myself up until I'm seated with my feel curled beneath

me on a chaise lounge. I'm still wearing my club outfit, but someone has buttoned a man's white shirt over top of it.

she feels far away. She's there, but everything

weight on my hands, I feel pain in my finger. I look down to see a red dot on the end of it,

blood, the man demanding

It wasn't a dream!

property. I grip the fabric of the couch, looking around for some kind of escape.

but they look out on

be doing with my blood. Any option that runs. through my brain is terrifying. I stare at the door, craning my neck and trying to see if I can scent or hear anyone outside of it. Maybe if I

door swings open, and I

doorway, studying me as I stare at

frightened creature, her wolf ready

After a long moment, he just closes the door behind him and walks.

comes faster as he approaches, as he reaches in his pocket, brings forward-oh

away from it, and he sighs, continuing to hold

Brooklyn. I'm

still, glancing

forward to snatch it out of his palm, but he yanks it away, putting out his other hand to halt my movement. His hand lands squarely on my

says, his voice

I just want you to answer

at him, totally freaked

you don't

forward to loom over me, his voice merely a whisper, "I'll flush this knife down the drain,

eyes on my mother's knife, desperate to get it back. It's the only personal thing I have of

he asks, straightening up

stray strand of my hair around my

like that? "She gave

"When did

to carry it