Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Brooklyn

"That's impossible!" I gasp, staring up at him. "You can't force

me to marry someone against my will!"

He laughs at me, holding me closer to him, still looking dow into my face. "Anything I want you to do is possible, sweetie?

I press my hands against his chest, trying to push away. "Nobody has arranged marriages anymore. This isn't the eighteenth century!"

He laughs again and lets me go. I skitter away from him, stumbling a bit.

"You're in my world now, Brooklyn," he says, calmly puffing his hands in his pockets. "The world you were born fo. Do you think laws really matter in the underworld, the world outside of the stupid bureaucracy you've deluded yourself into thinking keeps you safe?"

My jaw drops open at this arrogance. "I have rights!"

"You have nothing," he barks, taking a step forward towards me. "The only thing that matters is power. Which is money.

Which is might. You have none of this. The only thing that gives you anything in this world, Brooklyn, any protection, is your bloodline.'

His gaze flicks to the piece of paper that lays crumpled on the

"Which you are so eager

a few steps

"There are...laws..."

ears, my voice

head back

innocent thing," he purrs, slowing striding

against the wall. Two more steps, and he's looming over me, his wolf flashing bright green in his

as I try to catch my breath, try to

desire, panic...until everything distills down to just

around my throat, running

runs along my spine, and I

want with you," he growls out, "and there's nothing that any law or any police officer can do to stop me. I walked in that prison

and men like me, Brooklyn? Like your father? We control all of it. So, if I were you-" he presses his body closer to mine, his grip on my throat tightening ever so slightly, "-I'd be a

at him, truly terrified now, realizing that my life as I knew it

the daughter of a don,

no way

his hand from my throat and pulling a handkerchief from his breast pocket. He offers

little one," he says. "But you'll have to learn fast. I've notified your father. He's away on business, but he'll be back in two days, and he'll want to

almost as bad a reputation. as

at home. My mind suddenly shifts to Dad, who must be worried about me. How long

to cry harder, putting

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