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.

don't know what it is," I say, matching

pushes, his voice harder, "was

gave

his hands to the table.

know that it's a piece of paper with bad poetry written on it, sure. But as for what it means or what it's for, I

with it?" he says, bringing his face

smells wonderful. Powerful. I fight the urge to close my eyes and lean my head forward to nuzzle his neck, take in

voice almost to a whisper, forcing him to

see Aden's lips curl back from his teeth at that. But before

say,

hear a low rumble of dissatisfaction in Aden's chest as he pushes away from the table, turning

I am, leaning my weight onto my elbows and forearms, watching him, my hair spilling around my

Aden says, over his shoulder. "Why didn't you give it

my voice deadpan, "I don't know which of

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

a real angel to me these past few

This sets him off.

help myself from smiling, a little, as he storms to

try to turn, to watch him,

my neck, his claws starting to

so that my chest is flat on

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

I can hear his breath coming

much worse for you. You're treated like damn

you get-it, Aden?"

only treat me well because if it got back to Remington that you weren't, he'd move to take

and wince as he pushes on my neck harder, my face pressing hard against the metal,

then, to my surprise,