Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 66

Chapter 66

Brooklyn

I'm speechless as I stare at the dark space where Jayde stood just a minute ago.

Then I blink, wondering if maybe I dreamt it all-it happened so fast.

But when I look down into my hand, the note is still there.

Shit. Shit. What the hell am I going to do with this?

It's a bomb, really. I know that. If Aden finds me with this note, I am done for, relationship with Hudson or not.

But to whom, really, do I owe my allegiance?

Should I give this note to Lennox, my father, who I know loves me?

Should I give it to Aden, out of allegiance to Hudson?

Or to Aden himself, out of allegiance to him? After all, he protected me last night-kept me alive.

But what, really, happened last night? Was it just coincidence that my father and his family weren't in the room when the attack happened?

Aden said it was a kidnapping attempt, maybe for me, but was it?

Was I ever really in danger? Did my father perhaps arrange it as a way to get me away from Aden, to get him out from his clutches?

I groan, leaning back against the pillows, feeling far too inadequate to answer these kinds of questions. The fact is, I have absolutely no idea what is happening, and here is this stupid note, this test of my loyalty.

depends on my next move. Who I give it to, whether or not I flush it down

do that, and my dad or Aden ever finds out that I had this piece of evidence and didn't give it to

I'm screwed either way.

I peel open the note, hoping that its contents give

two lines of

sleeps,

its

wrinkle my nose at the verse, written

doesn't even make any sense-nests

and fold it

my desk, and I

allows me

out of my bed and over to the desk, grabbing some scotch tape out of the top drawer and crawling underneath to tape

I can decide later what it is that I want to

back into bed and lay my head back on my pillow, wondering and worried. Damnit, things have so grown so

to happen when Aden discovered

and stare at the ceiling, knowing that I won't get a lick of sleep. I'll be too busy staying up all

the next morning

Hudson and me eggs and sausage, sliding the plates onto the table next to

I dig in silently, both intuiting that it's

me curiously nodding to his dad and shrugging in question, asking me with his gestures whether or not I have any

shrug back, doing my very best to pretend that

I hope he believes

we continue eating

the day when a guard comes

and we

guard says. "There's a...visitor at the

at me. "He came without warning.

a glare my way, too-what the hell did I do?-as he wipes his hands and takes off his apron, following the guard out