Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Brooklyn

As gunshots ring out all around us, Hudson grabs me by the hand, pulling me to the south side of the room. Aden is close behind us, providing cover.

There's a door there at the corner of the room with a terrace behind it, and I'm filled with relief when I see

it.

But my hopes are dashed when a man jumps in our way.

He's wearing a ski mask. And aiming a weapon right at us.

There's no way it's not full of silver bullets. If he's here attacking, he knows damn well to be prepared for wolf shifters.

I stop short and start to pull Hudson back, when I hear a BANG at my ear and scream, clutching the side of my face.

The man in front of us falls and Hudson bolts forward, dragging me with him.

I turn to look behind at Aden and see a gun in his hand.

What the

How the hell did he―

"Go, Brooklyn!" Aden yells at me, the Alpha command heavy in his voice.

For a moment, I'm lost in his eyes, and a thought flashes through my mind. This can't be the last time I ever see him. I won't let it.

I hesitate.

his eyes on fire with his

attention back to Hudson, who reaches the door and pushes it open, pulling me against the wall. Aden darts out,

are cries, thumps- I hardly have any time to process anything

Aden then as he follows closely behind,

are bodies that we're stepping over. There's blood on the

would

I can't think, can only act-can only follow Hudson wherever

firing efficiently at the threats he sees, regardless of if

anxiously behind us, but no one comes through the

I almost stumble in my haste. When we get to the bottom there is a moment of quiet

Aden says, his eyes darting between us. "I don't know who ordered it, but this is a setup, targeted at us. They want one of us. Maybe

eyes shift to me. "Maybe just Brooklyn. So we have got to get out of here,

my panic subside just a very little bit under Aden's expert command. I trust him to know what to

we've

sweep over me, lighting on my

off your feet," he

standing barefoot on

a run for it," he tells us, gesturing a hand out towards the golf course spreading out before us. "Across the greens,

the eyes then. "Whatever

about you?" I

have the mind of a killer and the instincts of a wolf. I'll be

he steps close to me, taking my face sternly

on me now, Brooklyn," he growls. "Cry at home if you must. Never on the

to pull myself together-and then he crouches down, ready to cover us

says, and Hudson and

and then there's a long

his. I work hard to