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

I fall a few steps back,

"There are...laws..."

my own ears, my voice is

his head

thing," he purrs,

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

catch my breath, try to process all of these conflicting feelings rushing through my

everything distills down

around my throat, running his

my

"and there's nothing that any law or any police officer can do to stop me. I

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 little more grateful that I got you out of the club

that my life as

trapped now, in this world-as the daughter of a don, engaged-oh my god, engaged-to the

no way I'm

by dropping his hand from my throat and pulling a handkerchief from his breast

you'll have to learn fast. I've notified your father. He's away

almost as bad a reputation. as Aden Kenwood.

suddenly shifts to Dad, who must be worried

putting my

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