Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

Brooklyn

I frown at Aden, blinking.

What?

He folds his hands and waits patiently. "Tell me what Remington said. Everything."

I sigh inwardly, relieved. But then I hesitate. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," he says, raising his eyebrows. "I want you to tell me everything he said to you, and everything you said in response."

I frown at him further. "Are my conversations with my father not private?

Aden leans forward a little, the corners of his mouth pulling up.

"If you want to have private conversations with your father," he says slowly, "you can have them off my property. But in this house? I'm entitled to know everything. Including the words exchanged between my ward," he looks pointedly at me, "and my potential enemy."

I cock my head to the side. "I thought you and my father were allies," I say, crossing my arms.

"Do allies leave each other to be shot at parties they threw? Do they conveniently leave the room moments before an attack?"

Aden shakes his head slightly. "Our alliance is on shaky grounds, Brooklyn, before this wedding happens. Right now, Remington and I are tenuous at best."

He stares at me then, silent. Waiting patiently for me to talk.

I clear my throat, looking away and trying to think. What did we just say to one another?

"I'm waiting," he reminds me.

"I know," I say, a little sharply. "I just...I'm trying to remember."

thinking hard. I don't usually catalog my conversations

in a Mafia household, you have different instincts when it comes to these sorts of

so I can concentrate. "And

stays silent, allowing

asked if I'm happy

your answer?" Aden

him. "That I am. Happy here, I mean. But he told me that if I wanted

instead, that I'd be welcome to do that. I told him I'd rather stay here, though. With Hudson, because he's

hand slowly throw the air, inviting me to proceed. I can tell he's growing impatient by

I said, putting a hand on my hip, "he asked me if I'm happy with Hudson. And if I love him. And whether

"And what, Brooklyn," he says slowly, "was your answer

him and move on. "I told him that I'm very happy with Hudson, and that

he replied that I'm still very young, and that if I wanted him to

still watching my

no," I say, turning towards

asks me, and I

"What?" I ask, confused.

Take a moment. Try to remember

then and

had left something out.

intentionally, not really-none of

my

my father was important enough to

I'd rather be open. But somehow, I did forget

me if I had anything to give to him." "What did he mean by

shrug. "I have no idea. I told him I didn't. I don't. Then he

dismissal, so I

honest-first talking to my father, and

that I'm a pawn in their game, but I hadn't realized that I'd be expected to report, on either

him everything. But was that, really, my best choice? Where

some fresh air. When I pass through the back door, I'm pleased to see Hudson there, buttering a scone at

says, smiling at me. "Do