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.

weight on my hands, I feel pain in my finger. I look

taking my blood, the man demanding it

It wasn't a dream!

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

but they look out

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

open, and

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

feral, frightened creature, her wolf ready

scare me any further. After a long moment, he just closes the

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

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

your knife, Brooklyn. I'm just returning your

still, glancing between

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

he says, his voice

you to answer some

up at him, totally

you

merely a whisper, "I'll flush this knife down the

and nod, my eyes on my mother's knife, desperate

did you get that knife, Brooklyn Knox?" he asks, straightening up

softly, twirling a stray strand of my hair around

name like that? "She gave it to

did she give

dad told me to carry it always, to remember her, and for