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

passingly, if it was an intentional choice, remembering that

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

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

interrupted by a single word that makes me jump almost out

"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 you not to

album

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

at my

but I do love to

closed after he utters my name, apparently needing a minute to rein in his

cheek, making my little smile grow. "You're not to come down to the basement. I

a fake little pout, seeing how

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

QUMS

takes two steps forward and snatches the photo album out of my hand, glaring at me. Then, he glances down at

the album. "I haven't looked at

reverence.

glad to have a moment to study his tall, muscular form while he's not glaring at

most men his age. He carries a lot, I know, but... I wonder if he carries more than

to yell at me for looking through photo albums? What harm,

balance out all of

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

the photo album, wondering if

"Did you love her?"

Again, my mouth has run away with me-speaking my thoughts before I

suddenly, that glare

answer my question, just tosses the album back onto the shelf as if it doesn't matter