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."

mind back, thinking hard. I don't

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

okay, after the party," I say, closing my eyes so I can concentrate. "And I told him I

allowing me to

he asked if

answer?" Aden says

I am. Happy here, I mean. But he told me that if I wanted to come home and

that. I told him I'd rather stay

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

if I'm happy with Hudson. And if I love him. And

at this, smiling a little. "And what, Brooklyn,"

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

if I wanted him to introduce me to some new options, that he'd be

this, still watching

say, turning

Brooklyn?" he asks me, and I turn

"What?" I ask, confused.

Take a moment. Try to

swallow then and

left

intentionally, not really-none of

my

father was important enough to warrant

be open. But somehow, I

out, eager to have this finished. "He asked me if I had

have no idea. I told him

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

experience, to be honest-first talking to my father, and then

game, but I hadn't realized that I'd be

I didn't lie to Aden-I'd told him everything. But was that, really, my best choice?

the back garden. I need some fresh air. When I

smiling at me.

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