Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Brooklyn

I study the invitation in my hand.

"A...beach party?" I say, cocking my head to the side.

"It's about an hour away," Aden tells me. "Friends and family only, apparently. Some kind of ritual, a gathering for those close to Remington."

I look up at Aden my eyebrow raised. "Did you...read my mail?"

He stares at me impassively, not needing to confirm.

I study the envelope, wondering how the hell he re-sealed it, and then why he bothered to reseal it...

"Brooklyn," Aden says sharply, and I look up to see that he's frustrated with me. As usual. "Are you going to go?"

I look back at the invitation and see, in particular, that it's made out to me.

No mention of Aden or Hudson. Apparently, it's a private party.

"Am I...allowed to go?" I ask, looking back up at him.

Aden shrugs.

"I'll send you with my guards. There's no real reason to refuse. You said you wanted freedom."

Aden says the final words ruefully, but my lips crook into a smile, recognizing my language from this morning.

He was listening. He's trying.

"Okay," I say, moving towards Aden and then past him, walking down the hallway to where a man is waiting by the front door.

"Are you the messenger my father sent?" I ask.

The messenger just bows a little, which I assume is a confirmation."

I smile. "Please tell him that I'm happy to accept."

The messenger nods, reaching for the handle of the door so he can go deliver the reply.

"Oh," I stop him. "Would you tell my father that we might be late? I apologize it will take us some time to get ready."

The messenger hesitates, and then ventures a word. "We?"

turning for the stairs. "My fiancé will accompany

Aden out of the

Apparently, he approves.

***

whole way. "I can't believe you agreed to this for me," he murmurs.

don't even know what this is

wrinkles in my blue-and-white striped skirt, which I've paired with a white

should say, which Aden has paired with a

appeared in my room after my shower, complete with a

Aden has no plausible deniability anymore. We

has immaculate

Hudson says, looking

and

to go. He hadn't said anything, but the look

liked

hesitated, before we left, seeing that Aden was sending us with two guards each to keep

us.

guns strapped to their hips. "Is there any reason to think it will be like last time?" I ask,

had looked down at me

responsible for that

a hand on my

safe," he had said, glaring at our guards. "My guys will

their confirmation and then

outside of the city, heading away from the stables and

as red as a lobster. Most wolves stick to the woods and the mountains, where they can lurk and hide and make their dens. But not me. There's just something

apparently, also, to

a hand on my arm when I eagerly reach for

front seat and the car behind us, sweeping the area in order to make sure

I climb out and

expected, really, to be taken to a beach

from any buildings. The shores are rocky, and there's a bonfire

and the sea,

Some I recognize as family members whom I had met

wolves, but some

particular catches

just a

skin and bleach-blonde hair, but what is eye-catching about him is that he's covered in tattoos-almost from head to

black and

tell-even from a distance that each tattoo was

considered and finely done.

him, he turns and