Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Brooklyn

As empowered as I feel in my mind, my body is quite the opposite.

There's not much I can do as Aden pulls my left arm around to the other side of the table, clicking the other half of the handcuffs around my wrist.

Then he stands back, studying his handiwork.

I pull back on the chain once, testing it, seeing how firmly it holds.

The handcuffs bite sharply into my wrists, making me wince, so I lean forward again, resting my elbows on the table and looking up into Aden's face.

Casually, I clasp my hands together.

I see him open his mouth to speak, but before he can his gaze falls on the engagement ring on my left hand.

Quickly, he moves to unlink my hands and pull it off my ring finger, slipping it into his pocket.

"What, Aden?" I say, my voice soft. "Can't hurt me with your wife's ring on my hand? Something feel wrong about that?"

Even I'm shocked at the words that just came out of my mouth.

I see him flinch-just barely-but then he raises his eyes to mine, his face perfectly calm. "That's enough, little one," he says. "I'll be asking the questions from here on out."

He folds his arms and I hold his gaze, not moving an inch.

"Tell me about the note," he demands, his words sharp.

it is," I say,

why," he pushes, his voice harder, "was it hidden in

gave it to

to the table. "Then you do know

far as I know that it's a piece of paper with bad poetry written on it, sure.

with it?" he says, bringing his face

and lean my head forward

voice almost to a whisper, forcing him

back from his teeth at that. But before he can

was still in my room," I say, lowering

he pushes away

weight onto my elbows and forearms, watching him, my hair

his shoulder. "Why didn't you

deadpan, "I don't know which of

me then. "After all I've done for you, Brooklyn. Everything I've given

now, shaking my manacled hands. "Yes, thanks so much, Aden. You've been a real angel to me these past

This sets him off.

myself from smiling, a little, as he storms to the right,

turn, to watch him, but

claws starting to come

chest is flat on the table, my cheek touching

enough to ensure that I don't slam my head on the metal surface, to ensure that his claws don't

can hear his breath coming fast now, his

dammit, Brooklyn," he says, "I could make this so much worse for you. You're treated like damn princess in

get-it,

Remington that you weren't, he'd move to take me from you. You love having me as your little pawn, to hold as a threat

gasp and wince as he pushes on my neck harder, my

to my surprise,