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.

one that I had chosen

intentional choice, remembering that none of the dresses

pulled back so as not to distract from her severe expression as

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

interrupted by a single word that makes me jump almost out

"Brooklyn."

to see him standing at the door, his feet set wide apart,

album languidly, holding his

stable. I got bored." I shrug. "You can't expect

me, and a little smile tugs at my

do love to piss him

his mouth closed after he utters my name,

muscle of frustration flickers in his cheek, making my little smile grow. "You're

little pout, seeing how far

so fun down here," I say, 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 linen shirt Very bohemian

QUMS

photo album out of my hand,

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

reverence.

moment to study his tall,

is lined 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

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

of the

need for control that, indeed, results

eyes flick back to the photo album, wondering if

"Did you love her?"

my mouth has run away with me-speaking

that glare focused

the album back