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.

rubbing my wrists-which really are sore-and

Hudson asks, slipping his

at the floor. I don't know how to say the words out

awful Hudson will think it is, and he'd be

because of how much pleasure I took from

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

meet his eyes and give him

it now. "I think he was just trying to scare me a little." Hudson looks at me, aghast, but

to

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

room and down the hallway ahead

something to eat and bring it up to my

back, he's watching me as we ascend

sharing a bottle of white wine and a

wreck-furniture overturned, clothes and books thrown everywhere

the mess as I bite into my second powdered

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

en

holding his still-full glass of wine uncomfortably in his hands.

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

and yelled at you? And then hit

chained me to the table first,"

at me, still

I say. "It's really

sighs, looking down into his

the sort of thing he does pretty often. That's why he has the chain in the middle of the He uses it to... initiate people.dnto the trust of

interrogations have gotten...well...that hot. But I don't say that

that mean I'm like...made now? A made man?

scoffs. "No

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