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 one Aden had chosen for

an intentional choice, remembering that none

pulled back so as not to distract

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

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

"Brooklyn."

the door, his feet

the photo album languidly, holding

wouldn't take me to the stable. I got bored." I shrug. "You

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

love

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

my little smile grow. "You're not to come down to the

fake little pout, seeing

attention back to the wedding album. "For instance," I say, my voice light, "I had no idea you'd consent to get married in

QUMS

out of my hand, glaring

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

reverence.

consider him, glad to have a moment to study his tall, muscular

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

at me for

to balance out all of the worry, the

control that, indeed, results in his panic

flick back to the photo album, wondering if there

"Did you love her?"

ask it. Again, my mouth has run away with

his eyes suddenly, that glare focused on me

album back onto the