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 had chosen for my own wedding. Well...the one Aden had chosen for

it was an intentional choice, remembering that

so as not to

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

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

"Brooklyn."

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

album

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

tugs at my lips as I hear a rumble

I do love to piss him

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

muscle of frustration flickers in his 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 how far I

it's so fun down here," I say, turning my attention back to the wedding album. "For instance," I say, my voice light, "I

QUMS

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

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

reverence.

a moment to study his

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

to come down here to yell at me for looking through photo albums?

really have to balance out all of the worry, the

control that, indeed, results in

album, wondering if there is perhaps an

"Did you love her?"

mouth has run away with me-speaking my thoughts before I consider whether it's

that glare

album back onto the shelf as if it