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

was an intentional choice, remembering that none of the dresses selected for me looked anything like

to distract

this noble-and am I imagining

word that makes me jump almost out of my

"Brooklyn."

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 as he frowns at me. "I told

photo album languidly, holding

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

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

do love to piss him

his mouth closed after he utters my name, apparently

little muscle of frustration flickers in his cheek, making my little smile grow. "You're not to come down to

pout, seeing

album. "For instance," I say, my voice light, "I had no idea

QUMS

the photo album out of my hand, glaring at me. Then, he glances down at it, as

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

reverence.

have a moment to study

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

to yell at me for looking

Aden really have to balance out all of the worry, the constant need for control,

need for control that, indeed,

photo album, wondering if there is perhaps

"Did you love her?"

mouth has run away with me-speaking my thoughts

that

just tosses the album back onto the shelf as if it doesn't