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."

throw my mind back, thinking hard. I don't usually catalog my conversations

you have different instincts when it

my eyes so I can concentrate. "And I told him I was fine, that you got

allowing me

he asked if I'm happy

your answer?" Aden says

look at him. "That I am. Happy here, I mean. But he told me that if I wanted to come home and

instead, that I'd be welcome to do that. I told him I'd rather stay here,

Aden says, moving his hand slowly throw the air, inviting

I'm happy with

little. "And what, Brooklyn," he says slowly,

my eyes at him and move on. "I told him that I'm very happy with

I'm still very young, and that if I wanted him to introduce me to some new

watching my face

told him no," I say, turning towards the

asks me, and I

"What?" I ask, confused.

you sure? Take a moment. Try to

then and realize―

left something

intentionally, not really-none of

my

father was important enough to

open. But somehow, I did forget

my next words out, eager to have this finished. "He asked me if I

told him I

waving a hand at me in a dismissal, so I walk out of the office

honest-first talking to

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

everything. But was that, really, my

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

at me.