Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Brooklyn

Hudson isn't going to set me free.

Deep down, I know it, and I also know that the choice isn't his. But I weep bitter tears anyway. Next to me, I feel Aden slump in his seat.

I turn to look at him then and see him looking out the window then, more pensive than I had expected.

I watch him, his stark profile against the light of the window. He doesn't move or say anything, but he must know I'm watching.

He hangs his head, letting out a sigh. And, shocked, I note that the lines of his face match Hudson's.

Is it possible that Aden feels guilt as well?

***

The next morning, I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling for a long, long time.

I skip breakfast and no one comes up to get me, which has never happened before. I guess they're giving me my space.

I'm grateful, I guess, but overall...I just don't really care anymore. About anything.

The three of us spent the rest of the ride in

arrived at the house, everyone was

had made a beeline right for me-not even asking

me and bustled me up the stairs as Aden got himself patched up and Hudson-well, I

run a bath for me, stripping me of my clothes while I continued shaking. Then she helped

Brooklyn," she murmured to me, using a cup to pour water over my head like a little kid. "Shh, baby,"

noticed, passively, that the water turned a little pink from the blood

my blood, of course. Aden's. I couldn't

long time, when the water was growing cool, Jayde helped me out, bundled me into warm flannel pajamas-too warm for the spring, but so, so comfortable against my skin-and then tucked me into bed. Before she left,

have to sit in

novelist

the head. Then, intuiting that

disappeared.

got the sense that someone was

have been checking

en

before someone finally comes

up when I hear the door creak open. I rub my eyes, expecting to see Hudson or Jayde there, or

get the shock of my life when I see Aden standing in

a fine, camel-colored sweater and black slacks. I've never seen him wear anything but

Brooklyn," he says, stern but not

my pillows a little, resenting his