Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

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

are so eager

a few steps back,

"There are...laws..."

my own ears, my

his head back

he purrs, slowing striding closer

my back is against the wall. Two more steps, and he's looming over me, his wolf flashing

chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, try to process all of these conflicting feelings rushing through my veins

panic...until everything distills down

his hand around my

runs along my spine, and

"and there's nothing that any law or any police

body closer to mine, his grip on my throat tightening ever so slightly,

life as

in this world-as the daughter of a don, engaged-oh

way I'm getting

shocks me by dropping his hand from my throat and pulling a handkerchief from his

to learn fast. I've notified your father. He's away on

a reputation. as Aden Kenwood. God, what a contrast to my

to Dad, who must

to cry harder, putting my