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.

I had chosen for my own wedding.

choice, remembering that none of the dresses selected for me looked anything

hair tightly pulled back so as not to distract from

by her, curious about this noble-and am I imagining it? A

interrupted by a single word that makes me jump almost out of

"Brooklyn."

serious and disapproving as I raise my eyes to see him standing at the door, his feet set wide apart, hands in his pockets as

photo album languidly, holding his

bored." I shrug. "You can't expect a

at my lips as I hear a rumble growing

do love to

he utters my name, apparently needing a minute

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

him a fake little pout, seeing

to the wedding album. "For instance," I say, my

QUMS

and snatches the photo album out of my hand, glaring at me.

a moment while he stares at the album. "I haven't looked at this in

reverence.

glad to have a moment to study his tall, muscular form while he's not glaring

He carries a lot, I know, but... I wonder if he carries more than

yell at

really have to balance out all of

need for control that,

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

"Did you love her?"

Again, my mouth has run away with me-speaking my

his eyes suddenly, that glare focused

doesn't answer my question, just tosses the album back onto the shelf as if it