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

an intentional choice, remembering that none of the dresses

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

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

interrupted by a single word that makes me jump almost

"Brooklyn."

feet set wide

the photo album

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

at my lips as I hear

love to

closed after he utters my name, apparently

my little smile grow.

little pout, seeing how far I

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

QUMS

forward and snatches the photo album out of my

at the album. "I haven't

reverence.

have a moment to study his

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

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

all of the worry, the constant need for control, that

worry and need for control that, indeed, results in his

to the photo album, wondering if there is perhaps an answer

"Did you love her?"

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

his eyes suddenly, that glare

my question, just tosses the album back onto the