Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 84

Chapter 84

Brooklyn

Hudson doesn't speak to me the whole ride home, and after a while, I stop trying.

After all, I wasn't doing anything wrong...

Was I?

Sure, we've been told Colsen is the enemy, but is that even true?

And maybe, just once, I'd like to have a say in what I say and do.

"Hudson," I say, exasperated, once we're back in the house.

I'm trying to yank my hand free from his grasp as he pulls me down the hall. "Let go. Are you seriously going to tattle on me?"

He just shoots me a look, saying nothing as we arrive at the doors to his dad's office.

He knocks loud, twice.

I sigh, shaking my head at him while we wait.

It's not that I don't get why he'd be pissed. But he needs to get over it.

And I certainly don't want to have this conversation with Aden.

The door opens, Aden on the other side. He takes one look at us before stepping back and allowing us to enter.

Hudson doesn't drop my hand, but not because he's trying to give me any love and support in the face of his father's judgment.

I'm his prisoner, and he's not letting me go.

Hudson pulls me over to stand in front of Aden's desk as Aden walks around the other side. None of us

sit.

demands, folding his

word, "had a nice intimate chat with someone tonight. Would you

I

Hudson says

all but close my eyes, waiting

at Hudson, surprising

kind of lover's quarrel? Your fiancée talked to another man, and you want Daddy to step

jaw falls open. "No, Dad, that's

to myself, resisting the urge to roll my eyes, it's not the issue because you're not

gestures to me, his

not hear what I just said?

to me at that moment and

Instead, I just hold his stare, my hand

easy, those piercing wolf eyes boring into me. Lena cowers. But

says finally, his face impassive.

You're not

his gaze to his

what would you like me to do about it, Hudson? Go back in time and

lips twitch

Hudson, had been expecting Aden's anger to be directed at me. But apparently, at least for now, I'm off

from my face. I don't know where this is going, not really, and I don't want to incur anyone's

and crossing his own arms across his chest, looking like his father's

between the two, struck again

he says, frustrated. "But she betrayed us tonight-and

shift

"Did you make Hudson look like a

exhale, spreading my hands

If anything, my father made Hudson look like

was a setup. He threw the party so that he could introduce me to his friends' single

motives behind

shooting Hudson

my own. "It's not

Hudson