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."

my mind back, thinking hard. I

in a Mafia household, you have different instincts when it comes

say, closing my eyes so I can concentrate. "And I told him

silent, allowing me

if

answer?"

am. Happy here, I mean. But he told me

him I'd rather stay here, though. With Hudson, because he's my

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

hand on my hip, "he asked me if I'm happy with Hudson.

raises an eyebrow at this, smiling a little. "And what, Brooklyn," he says slowly,

eyes at him and move on. "I told him that I'm

young, and that if I wanted him to introduce me to some new options,

watching my face carefully, clearly processing the

him no," I say, turning towards

asks me, and I turn back to

"What?" I ask, confused.

you sure? Take a moment. Try to remember if there was

swallow then and

had left something

intentionally, not really-none of

my

with my father was important enough to warrant keeping

But somehow,

this finished. "He asked me if I had anything to give to him." "What

have no idea. I told him

me in a dismissal, so I walk out of the office and head

talking to my father, and then reporting the

but I hadn't realized that I'd be expected to report, on either

told him everything. But was

the kitchen door and then heading out to the back garden. I need some fresh air. When I pass through the back door, I'm pleased to

smiling at me. "Do you