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.

the one that I had chosen

remembering that none of the

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

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

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

"Brooklyn."

him standing at the door, his feet set wide apart, hands in his pockets as he frowns

the photo album languidly, holding

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

and a little smile tugs at my

but I do love

closed after he utters my name,

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

fake little pout, seeing how

to the wedding album. "For instance," I say, my voice light, "I had no

QUMS

of my hand,

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

reverence.

a moment to study his tall, muscular form

most men his age. He carries a lot, I

instance, did he need to come down here to yell at me for looking

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

control that, indeed,

photo album, wondering if there

"Did you love her?"

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

suddenly, that

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