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. She's there, but

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

taking my blood, the man

It wasn't a dream!

be somewhere on Kenwood's property. I grip the fabric of the couch, looking

but they look out on

that runs. through my brain is

door swings open, and I hold my

Kenwood stands in the doorway, studying me as

feral, frightened creature, her wolf ready

he doesn't laugh at me or scare me any further. After a long moment, he just closes

as he reaches in his pocket, brings forward-oh

it, and he sighs, continuing

I'm

still, glancing between his

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 chest, and he

voice all authority. "I'll give

want you

up at him, totally freaked

you don't

he says, leaning forward to loom over me, his voice merely a whisper, "I'll flush this knife down the drain, and you'll never

mother's knife, desperate to get it back. It's the only personal thing

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

a stray strand of my hair around my index finger.

name like that? "She gave it to

nods slowly, thinking. "When did she

told me to carry it always,