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, sitting

"But doesn't everyone?" His brows knit together as he

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 clothes. Things fall off his shoulders beautifully, and I find myself staring at his

fell for him

you ever get to

course," he replies. "Don't forget, you met

I say, with big, excited eyes,

serious again. "We can't leave now. Not for

and fall back against his

in his face that he really is sorry. "Once 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

and taking my hand. His are big and warm. "Some people would kill for what we

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

can have whatever I want, except, you know, the freedom to leave this house. A mate

tilts his head. I can see it hurts when I burst his bubble. "I

down at my hands. I know he

and power that everyone thinks

and I know he can't argue with

choose your own mate?" I

pick you, Brooklyn. And you