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 don't

I guess, in a Mafia household, you have different instincts when

eyes so I

allowing me to

asked if I'm happy

your answer?"

mean. But he told me that if I wanted to come home and live

welcome to do that. I told him I'd rather

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

asked me if I'm

a little. "And what, Brooklyn," he says slowly, "was your answer to

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

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

this, still watching my face

I say, turning

he asks me,

"What?" I ask, confused.

moment. Try

then

had left something out.

intentionally, not really-none of

my

with my father was important enough to warrant keeping a

rather be open. But somehow, I did forget the

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

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

waving a hand at me in a dismissal, so I walk

the experience, to be honest-first talking to my

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

him everything. But was that, really, my best

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

hey, Brooklyn," he says, smiling at me. "Do you want some