Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Brooklyn

"Wait, what did you say?" I ask Hudson now.

He hands me a cup of tea, but my hands are shaking as I take it, the cup rattling on the plate.

"I said, my father records every conversation that happens in his office," Hudson says casually, sitting down across from me.

I swallow. "So..."

"So he didn't ask you what Remington said for information."

"He asked to determine my loyalty?" I whisper.

Hudson focuses on me now. "Why do you look so scared?"

I swallow, glancing out the window. The sun is shining in little pieces through the grape leaves that wrap around the pergola, and I feel the warmth on my cheeks.

But inside, my stomach is in knots.

I turn back to Hudson, who is peering at me. I was so in love with him for the few months that we were dating. Or, at least, I thought I was. Maybe "obsessed" was a more appropriate term.

But now? After everything I've learned about his life-our life? It's all just...gone. All of those feelings have disappeared.

Instead, I view him now as my best friend, my ally.

Hudson disrupts my thoughts.

on, Brooklyn?" he

say, trying

Lennox wasn't overtly a betrayal,

something isn't right.

to get

"Are you happy here?"

is still frowning at me. "What

shrug. "You just seem...such a mismatch for this world. I guess I wonder why you've never left. Never just...bailed on

my world, the only sense of pack I have. I guess I don't really have anywhere

in the world," I say, leaning forward urgently. "Honestly, aren't you ever tempted to just steal, like, one of his cars, sell it on the black market for whatever you can get, and take the money and just run? Find

open

shut the day we broke up if you have access to that kind of cash, why not just take it for yourself? We could run away

to go,

out I

and gives my hand a squeeze before

he

That is not

it," I say, my face eager. "I think we could go. Tonight

then. "You mean

say, pleading.

still hesitant, but I can tell that

do this," I say quietly, "we could end

begging him. I need him to think this is idea is all mine, a future for

go wide.

nod. He wonders how I know-what I know-but he doesn't ask me now. I can tell him more when we're lying on a

the patio, as if he's looking for someone

even think about this," he says,

my lip

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