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.

but she feels far away.

my finger. I look down to see a red dot on the end of it, the

blood, the man demanding it be taken

It wasn't a dream!

property. I grip the fabric of the couch, looking

but they look

my blood? I can't begin to fathom what a criminal like him would 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

and I hold my

in the doorway, studying me as I stare at him. I know what

her wolf

laugh at me or scare me any further. After a long moment, he just closes

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

from it, and he sighs, continuing to

knife, Brooklyn. I'm just

go still, glancing between

in his hand. My mother's knife. I leap forward to snatch it out of his palm, but he yanks it away, putting out his other hand to halt my movement. His

he says, his voice all authority. "I'll

want you

up at him,

if you don't

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

jaw and nod, my eyes on my mother's knife, desperate to get it back. It's the only

get that knife, Brooklyn Knox?" he asks, straightening up and putting the hand

mother," I say softly, twirling a stray strand of my hair around my index finger. Why

that? "She gave it

thinking. "When did she give

dad told me to carry it