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.

to, whether or not I flush it down

finds out that I had this piece of evidence and didn't give it to

I'm screwed either way.

peel open the note, hoping that its contents give me any hint about what I should do

just two

sleeps,

at its door doth

at the verse, written in Jayde's hand. What the

doesn't even make any

grit my teeth and fold it up,

eyes fall on my desk, and I make

I make a decision that allows me to defer

the desk, grabbing some scotch tape out of the top drawer and crawling

is that I want to do. Right now, my wolf isn't steering me one way or the other, and I need

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

going to happen when Aden discovered

ceiling, knowing that I won't get a lick of sleep. I'll be too busy staying up all night worried about what my next

next

sliding the plates onto the table next to our cups of

I dig in silently, both intuiting that it's better

dad and shrugging in question, asking me with his gestures whether or not I have any idea what's

shrug back, doing my very best to pretend that

I hope he believes

we continue eating

plans for the day when a guard comes into the room, rushing towards

I shut my mouth and

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

he glances over at me. "He came without warning. Do you want to see

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