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 glass and holding it up to toast

salt from the rim of the glass and toss

in my throat, and I can't help it as my whole body

hear Colsen

lime," he says. "Bite the

relief, the acid of the lime chasing away the sharpness of the tequila on

eyes again, meeting Colsen's smile with my own. He gestures to the waiter again, ordering another round, and I

as the weeks pass. The Brooklyn of a few weeks ago would have run screaming

With Aden's worst enemy.

Honestly, I'm kind of enjoying

closer to me. "You're already

at all of my suitors, apparently. The waiter comes and delivers our second shot of tequila. This time, it's Colsen's turn to introduce

says, raising his glass. I smile and raise mine along with him.

He winks.

rest of us." When we're finished, I settle back in my chair, leaning a little closer to Colsen so that we can

I say, relaxed, looking

Pelkon

eyes. "How did a nice boy get mixed up in organized crime, anyway?

says, smiling at

to Colsen's story for the next half

really really interesting. A self-made guy, climbing up through the ranks with nothing but sheer

v

pack wiped out, so he had

Despite myself, I'm impressed.

of this I had thought I liked the

Colsen and let my eyes rove over his muscles and his

My mind flashes-unwillingly-to

doesn't

I can see.

similar...

thought, bringing my

a moment as his eyes flash to my front teeth

I like that, maybe, a

the hell is

in my seat, looking up

realize that it's Hudson standing there his shirtless form a little sweaty from all the volleyball. "Hudson," I say,