Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Aden

Something has to be done.

This is all I think about as I climb out of the second of three SUVs that have brought me and my captains to this meeting with Remington.

I've shown up in force today, intent on sending a very strong message.

I'm done with him thinking he can even attempt to push me around. And, if it comes down to it, my crew is ready for my signal.

Climbing the few steps into the strip club, I remember the last time I was here.

When I had followed Brooklyn into the Champagne Room, saw that pig of a man pressing her up against the cocktail table, ready to do as he pleased with her.

That moment had set my blood on fire, set my wolf on the brink of rampage.

I wondered, if I could go back in time, would I do it all again, knowing where had led me?

But I also knew I never had a choice in the matter.

I thought I was helping a pretty young girl who didn't deserve to be wrapped up in Dean's particular brand of sexual depravity.

But I'd acted on pure instinct that night, my wolf pushing me to her, like it always did when I was near here.

Now, as soon as we enter through the front doors, we head directly for the back of the club, ignoring the pounding music and the dancers lighting up the stage.

Instead, my crew work their way towards a back door where one of my security detail is already waiting. The security agent gives me a nod, letting us know all is well, so we push through the door.

Remington is there, waiting, as I knew he would be. I delayed deliberately, wanting him to be impatient and off his guard.

"Kenwood," Remington says, tapping his fingers against the low coffee table set in front of him that has a spread of food and drinks already laid upon it.

room is nice, for a strip joint-the nicest they have. Leather seating

his own small crew-certainly fewer than my numbers. They look around anxiously as

versus his. My wolves whining

I say, still standing, looking down at Remington. Letting him know precisely his place in the relationship.

a little, knowing I'm

forces, late arrival, and condescending manner.

back on his chair and pretending

to this rat's den in the middle

know what you're playing at," I say carefully, sitting down and leaning forward so an elbow rests on my

this, subtle messages have meaning. The wolves inside Remington and me

picking up on each other's signals

lie. Behaviors

want to know why you're hosting parties at which your daughter is having intimate chats

"Intimate chats." Remington laughs

play

set

the beach. They ended up sitting next to each other, by

other."

my eyes at Remington, letting him know

girl, my Brooklyn. Young men want to talk to her. I

note the possessiveness in Remington's sentence. His Brooklyn, which gets under my skin. But I won't show it on my

stifle a

Colsen even doing

forward and putting on the pressure. "The last

you told me

attempt on my life at that party you threw

me, after he realized that the evidence was

you never thought to share that information with me?" I ask, tilting my head to

from a platter on

me that he wanted to tell you himself. Assure you in

my hackles