Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 33

Chapter Brooklyn

33

After my frustrating interaction with Aden, it's a relief to see Hudson's face when he opens his door a few moments later.

I push past him and flop down on his bed, groaning.

"What's wrong?" he asks, coming to sit next to me. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," I murmur, even though I am anything but.

Aden is such a stubborn jerk. He portrays himself as this powerful figure, this mafia boss with Alpha blood, but when it comes down to it, he won't do what he needs to do to save himself.

All because of some stupid idea he has that being vulnerable would make him truly weak.

For now, I push my feelings about Aden to the side and choose to distract myself with my surroundings. The room is tastefully decorated in shades of brown and green that match Hudson's eyes. It's different than the rest of the house, like he's made it his own little haven. Beautiful furniture, shelves of books, what look like expensive photographs on the wall.

"Is this what you do all day?" I ask. After all, he couldn't be more different from the rest of his family. Who does he talk to? Who could possibly understand him?

Hudson shrugs. "Yeah, I mostly stay in here." He nods to his desk, which holds an expensive-looking computer monitor and more books. "I keep busy."

bored?" I push,

course," he says, laughing a little. "But doesn't everyone?" His

fact that I'm not what Hudson truly wants, he certainly is easy on the eyes. He has the kind of body that clothing designers must picture when they make men's

I fell for

ever get to

he replies. "Don't forget, you met me outside of this

with big, excited eyes, even though I already know what he will

leave now. Not for a while. Not

disappointed, and fall back

down, once we're married, we'll have, like...complete freedom. We can go back to the bookshops...maybe even to Paris..." He gives me

promise. I have no guarantees. "Come on," Hudson says, scooting closer to me and taking my hand. His are big

next. "Soon you'll be one of the richest, most powerful

can have whatever I want, except, you know, the freedom to

his head. I can see it hurts when I burst his

swallow, looking down at my hands. I know he means it as best

just don't care about any of this, Hudson," I say. "I don't care about this wealth and power that everyone thinks is

side, and I know he

to choose your own mate?" I try, leaning forward eagerly.

"I kind of did pick you, Brooklyn. And you picked me. Even before I knew we