Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 83

Chapter 83

Brooklyn

I'm not sure what to do.

I'm sitting across from Colsen, the youngest up and comer in the drug trade.

The one who I was told tried to have me killed.

And I had no idea he was this handsome.

"I have heard of you. And I have to say, it has not all been good things."

"Oh, come on," he says, cocking his head to the side. "It can't have been all bad."

I raise an eyebrow at him letting him know that, yeah. It's all been bad.

"What?" he says, joking. "Nobody told you about my striking good looks or my sense of style?"

I shake my head slowly, fighting the smile on my lips. I can't help it-he's terribly charming.

"Well," he says, giving me a sexy half-smile. "Now you know."

Colsen catches the eye of a waiter and holds up a hand. "Two shots of tequila," he says.

"What-" I say, my eyes following the waiter as he goes. "No, I can't-"

"Oh, come on, Brooklyn," Colsen says, leaning back in his chair.

"Relax. I can tell you've just had the surprise of your life. You need a little something to settle the nerves." The waiter returns, and Colsen takes the glasses him, sliding him a folded bill and giving him a wink.

I can tell by the waiter's pleasure that it's a nice tip.

I hesitate, then take the glass from his hand. The truth is, I could use a little bit of a relaxing right now.

If I'm the unwitting bachelorette in my father's little setup, then I'm not sure I want to do it sober.

edge of the

slowly lick the salt from the rim of the glass and toss my shot back before

tequila is sharp in my throat, and I can't help it as my

hear Colsen laugh

he says.

brings some relief, the acid of the lime chasing away the

with my own. He gestures to the waiter again, ordering another round, and I lean back in my chair,

oddly more familiar as the weeks pass. The Brooklyn of a few weeks ago would have run screaming when she found out that she was doing shots of tequila with the

With Aden's worst enemy.

of today? Honestly,

leaning closer to me.

of the people in the circle at all of my suitors, apparently. The waiter comes and delivers our second shot of tequila. This time, it's

his glass. I smile and raise mine along with him. "The most

He winks.

a rock the size of a golf ball on her hand. More's the pity for the rest of us." When we're

I say, relaxed, looking

Pelkon

mixed up in organized crime, anyway? Were you

smiling at me indulgently and

paying rapt attention to Colsen's story

through the ranks with nothing but sheer

v

young, his pack wiped out, so he had to make his own

Despite myself, I'm impressed.

of this I had thought I liked

over his muscles and his tattoos...I wonder if my tastes

My mind flashes-unwillingly-to

doesn't have any

I can

similar...

the thought, bringing my attention

eyes flash to my front teeth pressed lightly against the red flesh of my

like that. I like

is

gasp and jump in my seat, looking up at the

there his shirtless form a little sweaty