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

doesn't everyone?" His brows knit together

He has the kind of body that clothing designers

I fell for him so

to leave?" I want

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

excited eyes, even though I already

now. Not for

and fall

"Once everything dies down, once we're married, we'll have, like...complete freedom.

to me and taking my hand. His are big and warm.

what he says next. "Soon you'll be

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

hurts when I burst

my hands. I know he means it

this wealth and power that everyone thinks is so important. This

to the side, and

you want to choose your own mate?" I try, leaning

hesitates, squeezing my hand. "I kind of did pick you, Brooklyn. And you picked me.