Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 71

Chapter 71

Brooklyn

When I see the slip of paper in Aden's palm, my heart nearly thumps out of my chest. Shit. Shit.

It's the folded note that Jayde gave me.

The one I was supposed to give to Lennox, with the cryptic poem inside.

It's been opened-clearly, Aden has read it—but it still has the tape on it, the same I used to stick it to the back of the desk.

Seized with fear, I raise my eyes from Aden's hand to his face. I don't say a word and steel every bit of my wolf Lena's strength to hold steady.

In response, Aden roars. It's terrifying, the sound that escapes him. Wild and menacing, his wolf coming through loud and clear even in his human form.

I cower now, terror and a force much stronger overpowering me. Something I can't explain.

It must be the Alpha power he has.

Aden grabs my arm, pulling me up out of my chair and along with him back into the house. He's angry, of course, but his grip doesn't hurt me.

Not yet.

"Dad!" Hudson calls after him, coming into the house. "Stop! What did she "

Aden turns to look at his son. "You stay here."

stops in his tracks, seeing

once more. "Dad, let her go. Don't

Since you can't keep your she-wolf in line," Aden says, his voice dangerous, "then I

that, he again storms forward, dragging me

when I see where we're

in the corner. The one that leads to

throwing my weight back, digging my heels into

move forward, tugging me once so that I lose

the door-heading down

the little dim

when I realize where he's taking me. Aden only checks his stride to throw open the

through the door-seen Aden, his belt in his

beg, my voice frantic, terror snaking through every limb in my body. "Aden, please-I promise, I didn't do

Aden says, pulling me into the room and tossing me so that I stumble the last few steps and stop myself against a metal table across the far wall. If I

look in his eyes is feral, and can practically see his wolf rippling beneath his skin. Almost as if he is

in response to the raw, animalistic gleam in his eyes, and I feel my heat rising

all-consuming, and my core clenches with want

my side,

and pulling it forward as he moves to the other side of the table. His hose twitches, and I know he can scent what is happening to my

the waist, my torso stretched across

handcuffs tight around my right wrist, attaching me firmly to the metal table. Then, he

but also suddenly furious. I'm not going to be complicit in my own torture. I'd had

"This will be much easier if you obey

stand up as straight as I can,

to do what he says, to give him what he wants. Because all she

But not me.

going to be cruel no matter what he does-it's in his blood. Get in