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.

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

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

man

It wasn't a dream!

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

windows, but they look out

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 swings open, and I

studying me as I stare at him.

her

After a long

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

and he sighs, continuing to hold out his

Brooklyn. I'm just returning

go still, glancing between

mother's knife. I leap forward 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

his voice all

want you to

stare up at him, totally

you don't answer

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

clench my jaw and nod, my eyes on my mother's knife, desperate to get it back. It's the only personal thing

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

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

like that? "She gave it to

"When did

me to carry it always, to remember her, and