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?"

"My fiancé will accompany me to the party. It is friends

head up the stairs, I see Aden out of the corner

Apparently, he approves.

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

don't even know what this is about. And

out the wrinkles in my blue-and-white

say, which Aden has paired with a little

room after my shower, complete with a

plausible deniability anymore. We

he has

says, looking at me from

I say, and

downstairs ready to go.

had liked that,

sending us with two guards each

us.

asked, looking at the guns strapped to their hips. "Is there any reason to think it will be

down at me

"Whoever was responsible for that won't

had put a hand on my shoulder,

glaring at our guards. "My guys will make sure of

confirmation and

away from the stables and towards the beach. I

to burn 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 about the

also, to my

indicated spot, and Hudson puts a hand on my arm when I

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

and I climb out and I look

really, to be taken to a beach house. My father, I've

at a private beach far away from any buildings. The shores are rocky, and there's a

just us and the sea, and it's really very,

people milling around. Some I recognize as family members whom

but some humans,

particular catches my

just a little older

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

all black

I can tell-even from a

considered and finely done.

I stare at him, he turns and looks directly at