Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Brooklyn

Instead, I move to the opposite side of the room, to where the photo albums are.

Some of them are very old-a hundred years or more, even.

The academic in me wants to explore those early photographs, but instead I reach for the newer bindings farther down, hoping for some information about Hudson and his upbringing.

I take a few volumes over to the little chair, flipping through.

I smile, recognizing Hudson's face in a few of the first photos, but then frown when I realize that they're too old-grainy old photos, with fashion from the 1980s...

I blink, shocked, realizing that these must be pictures of Aden when he was a child.

Fascinated, I flip through, looking at the people who must have been his mother and father, his family. His original pack.

I quickly flip to the front of the book where I find a picture of a beautiful, dark-haired woman, who is happily caressing her pregnant belly.

This, I'm sure, must be Aden's mother. I study her face for a resemblance to her but frown when I can't find it.

Aden's looks, like Hudson's, must likewise come from his father.

Hoping for pictures of Hudson as a child, I put this album down and pick up the next one. I'm shocked, when I flip it open, to see that it's actually Aden's wedding album.

Slowly, I flip through the photos and take in all the details of their beautiful Italian wedding.

It looks terribly romantic, situated at a beautiful vineyard, the couple's private table set up under a wide- branching olive tree.

There is a photograph, right at the beginning, of the beautiful bride, her stunning face quite serious as she looks directly into the camera.

long, lace, and clinging the opposite of the one that I had chosen for my own wedding. Well...the

an intentional choice, remembering that none

to her face again, her hair tightly pulled back so as not to distract from her severe expression

curious about this

that makes

"Brooklyn."

eyes to see him standing at the door, his feet set wide apart, hands

photo album languidly, holding

the stable. I got bored." I shrug. "You can't expect a girl to stay in

little smile tugs at my lips

I do love to piss him

Aden says again, clenching his mouth closed after he utters my name, apparently needing a minute to rein

his cheek, making my little smile grow. "You're not to come down to the basement. I was

a fake little pout, seeing

wedding album. "For instance," I say, my voice light, "I had

QUMS

steps forward and snatches the photo album out of my hand,

while he stares at the album. "I haven't

reverence.

study his tall, muscular form while he's not glaring at

more worry than most men his age. He carries a lot, I know,

yell at me

really have to balance out all of the worry, the constant

that, indeed, results in

eyes flick back to the photo album, wondering if there is perhaps an answer

"Did you love her?"

mouth has run away with me-speaking my

raises his eyes suddenly, that glare focused on me

just tosses the album back onto the shelf as if it doesn't matter to