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."

get bored?" I

says, laughing a little. "But doesn't everyone?" His brows knit together as he looks at

eyes. He has the kind of body that clothing designers must picture when they make men's clothes. Things fall off his shoulders beautifully, and I find myself staring

I fell

get to leave?" I want

"Don't forget, you met me outside of

with big, excited eyes, even though I already know

can't leave now. Not for a while. Not

disappointed, and fall back against his

everything dies 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 wink. He knows I'd love

giving me a promise. I have no guarantees. "Come on," Hudson says, scooting closer to me and taking my hand. His are big and warm. "Some people would kill for what we have. We actually like each other's company, and

so I really hear what he says next. "Soon you'll be

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

I can see it hurts when I burst his bubble. "I love you, Brooklyn. In my

my hands. I know he means it

power that everyone thinks is

his mouth to the side, and I

want to choose your own mate?" I try,

Brooklyn. And you picked me. Even before