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?"

doesn't everyone?" His brows

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

I fell

ever get to

"Don't forget, you met me outside

let's go," I say, with big, excited eyes, even though I already know what he will

Not for a

disappointed, and fall

going to be like this, Brooklyn," he murmurs, and I can see 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

guarantees. "Come on," Hudson says, scooting closer to me and taking my hand.

meaningfully into my eyes, so I really hear what he says next. "Soon you'll be one of the richest,

have whatever I want, except, you know,

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

at my hands. I know he means it

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

side, and I know

own mate?" I try,

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