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.

out for Lena, but she feels far away. She's there,

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

blood, the man demanding

It wasn't a dream!

must be somewhere on Kenwood's property. I grip the fabric of

windows, but they look

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

open, and

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

her

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

he reaches

he sighs,

I'm

go still, glancing between

he yanks it away, putting out his other hand to halt my movement. His hand lands

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

you to answer

stare up at him, totally

if you don't answer

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

my eyes on my mother's knife, desperate to get it back. It's

that knife, Brooklyn Knox?" he asks, straightening up

say softly, twirling a stray strand of my hair around my index finger.

like that? "She gave

thinking. "When did

her will. My dad told me to carry it always, to remember her,