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.

opposite of the one that I

wonder, passingly, if it was an intentional choice, remembering that none of the dresses selected for me looked anything like

to distract from her severe expression as she

about this noble-and am I imagining

by a single word that makes me

"Brooklyn."

door, his feet set wide apart, hands in his pockets as

close the photo album languidly,

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

a little smile tugs at my lips as I hear a rumble growing in his

love to piss

again, clenching his mouth closed after he utters my name, apparently needing a

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

him a fake little pout, seeing

"For instance," I say, my voice light, "I had no idea you'd consent to get married in just a linen shirt Very

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album out of my hand, glaring at me. Then, he glances

haven't looked at this in years..." he says quietly, surprised into

reverence.

to study his tall, muscular

is lined with years of worry-perhaps more worry than most men his age. He carries a lot, I know, but... I wonder if

at me for looking through photo

joy does Aden really have to balance out all of the worry, the constant need for control, that consumes

that,

photo album, wondering if there

"Did you love her?"

myself ask it. Again, my mouth has run away with me-speaking my thoughts

that glare

answer my question, just tosses the album back onto the shelf as if