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, but everything is

in my finger. I look

woman taking my blood, the man demanding it be taken to the

It wasn't a dream!

property. I grip the

they

mind. What the hell does Kenwood 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.

and I hold

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

feral, frightened creature, her wolf

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

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

from it, and he sighs,

knife, Brooklyn. I'm just

go still, glancing between his

to snatch it out of his palm, but he yanks it away, putting out his other hand

he says, his voice all authority.

want you to answer some questions

at him, totally

if you

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

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

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

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

like that? "She

did she

dad told me to carry it