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.

my wrists-which really are

asks, slipping his hands into his pockets

the floor. I don't

because of how awful Hudson will think it is, and

how much pleasure

widen as he sees the direction of my gaze. "Wait, did he...use

his eyes and give him a little

truthfully. After all, I barely feel it now. "I think he was just trying to scare me a little." Hudson looks at me, aghast, but my smile

want to

nods slowly and gestures towards the door, like he still can't

walk out of the room and down the hallway ahead of

I say over my shoulder. "Do you want to get something to

when I glance back, he's watching me as we ascend

of white

of the room is still a complete wreck-furniture overturned, clothes and books thrown everywhere -but the bed we were able to set to rights pretty

the mess as I

of sugar that falls all over my shirt and comforter while I chase the food with

en

glass of wine uncomfortably in his hands. "You're seriously

tell him, shrugging one shoulder. "Seriously, I mean, it was

you to floor and yelled at you? And then hit you

he chained me to the table first," I say,

still shocked by

say. "It's

down into his

sounds like the sort of thing he does pretty often. That's why he has the chain in the middle of the He uses it

raise an eyebrow at him, doubting that Aden's previous interrogations have

ask another question. "Does that mean I'm like...made now? A

"No

laugh. "If you were made, you'd be way more shaken by it.