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.

after we got home. The three of us spent the rest of the ride in

the house, everyone was

right for me-not even asking

wrapped her arms around me and bustled me up the stairs as

run a bath for me, stripping me of my clothes while I continued

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

that the water turned a little pink from the blood washing off

blood, of course. Aden's. I couldn't stop staring

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, she opened a cabinet in the corner with a television and put on some mindless reality show at

you don't have

novelist

kissing me on the head. Then, intuiting that I,

disappeared.

night I got the sense that someone

have

en

noon the next day before someone finally comes to get me

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

the shock of my life when I

black slacks. I've never seen him wear anything but a

Brooklyn," he says, stern but not

sink back into my pillows a little, resenting his