Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 75

Chapter 75 Brooklyn

"Brooklyn?"

My head swivels towards the door as it pushes open, a dark head peeking from behind it. "Hudson," I say with a weak smile.

I'm sitting cross-legged on the ground, my hands still locked to the floor with the chain and padlock. Hudson frowns at me, stepping inside. "You seem...far better than I expected."

I give him a little shrug.

I've been down here alone for about ten minutes. Actually, I've been getting kind of bored.

"No real harm done," I hear myself say. And what's weird is that I actually mean it.

Hudson comes over to me, kneeling on the ground in front of me and producing a key from his pocket.

"It's just..." Hudson says as he works to free me. "I've seen people after my dad...teaches them a lesson." "Oh?" I ask. "And I'm different?"

"Well, yeah. You're just sitting here, kind of... peaceful? When he is flying around upstairs all pissed off?" The satisfaction I get from that is so powerful I have to stop myself from grinning ear to ear.

Aden wants to control me, but I have a say in this, too.

Hudson pauses for a moment and studies me. "What did you do to him?"

I could almost laugh.

What did I, Brooklyn, a nobody, do to the Mafia King?

I don't give anything away.

Hudson sighs and finishes unlocking the cuffs, setting me free.

wrists-which really

Hudson asks, slipping his hands into his pockets and standing

the floor. I don't know

because of how awful Hudson will think it is, and

how much pleasure I

the direction of my gaze. "Wait, did he...use that

his eyes and give him a little

just trying to scare me a little." Hudson looks at me, aghast, but my

want to go upstairs?"

door, like he still

out of the room and

get something to eat and bring it up to my

I glance back, he's watching

a bottle of white wine and

complete wreck-furniture overturned, clothes and books thrown everywhere -but the bed we were able to

as I bite into

all over my shirt and comforter while I chase the food with a sip of

en

says, holding his still-full glass of

"Seriously, I mean, it

yelled at you? And then

to the table first," I

me, still shocked by my

on," I say.

looking down into

of thing he does pretty often. That's why he has the chain in the middle of the He

interrogations have

ask another question. "Does that mean I'm

scoffs. "No way," he

made, you'd be way more shaken by it. He