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.

for Lena, but she feels far away.

finger. I look down to see

taking my blood, the man demanding it be taken to

It wasn't a dream!

property. I grip the fabric

windows, but they

want with 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 of it. Maybe if

swings open, and I hold

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

creature, her

further. After a

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

away from it, and he sighs, continuing to hold out his

I'm

go still, glancing between his

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 chest, and he gives. a tiny shove, pushing me back onto

voice all

just want you to answer some questions

at him, totally

if you don't answer

merely a whisper, "I'll flush this knife down the drain, and you'll never see

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

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

say softly, twirling a stray strand of my hair around

name like that? "She gave it to

slowly, thinking. "When did she give it to

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