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.

she feels far away. She's there, but everything

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

woman taking my blood, the man

It wasn't a dream!

I grip the fabric of the couch, looking around

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,

swings open, and

as I stare at him. I know what he

frightened creature, her

a long moment, he just closes

he approaches, as he reaches in his pocket, brings

away from it, and he sighs, continuing to hold

Brooklyn. I'm just returning your

go still, glancing between his

his palm, but he yanks it away, putting out his other

his voice all authority. "I'll

you to answer some

at

you don't answer

Brooklyn Knox," he says, leaning forward to loom over me, his voice merely a whisper, "I'll flush this knife down the drain, and you'll

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

Knox?" he asks, straightening up and putting the hand with the knife in his

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

that? "She gave

slowly, thinking. "When did she give it

to carry it always, to remember her, and for