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

put my weight on my hands, I feel pain in my 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!

I grip the fabric of the couch, looking around for some kind

they look

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. through my brain is terrifying. I stare at the door, craning my neck and trying to see if I can

open, and I

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

frightened creature, her

After a long moment, he just

he reaches in his pocket, brings forward-oh my

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

Brooklyn. I'm

go still, glancing between his

his hand. My 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 chest, and he gives. a

voice all authority. "I'll

want you to answer

stare up at him, totally freaked

if you don't answer

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

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

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

twirling a stray strand of my hair

"She gave it to

nods slowly, thinking. "When did she give it

told me to carry it