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

it was an intentional choice, remembering that none of

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

quite moved by her, curious about this noble-and

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

"Brooklyn."

the door, his feet set wide apart, hands in his

photo album languidly, holding

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

at my lips as I hear a rumble growing

do love to piss

says again, clenching his mouth closed after he utters my name, apparently needing a minute to rein in his

cheek, making my little smile grow.

him a fake little pout, seeing how far

attention back to the wedding album. "For instance," I say, my voice light, "I had no idea

QUMS

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

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

reverence.

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

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

here to yell at me for looking

to balance out all of the worry, the constant need for control, that

and need for control that, indeed,

photo album,

"Did you love her?"

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

suddenly, that glare

just tosses the album back onto the