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.

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

his own small crew-certainly fewer than my numbers. They

wolves whining for the

at Remington. Letting him know precisely his place in the

a little, knowing I'm not sorry

late arrival, and condescending manner.

back on his chair and pretending a casual attitude he doesn't

den in the middle of

sitting down and

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

other's signals far

lie. Behaviors

want to know why you're hosting parties at which

"Intimate chats." Remington laughs

trying to play

set

up sitting next to each other, by chance. These young attractive people-you know

other."

at Remington, letting him

shrugs, leaning back against his seat. "She's a beautiful girl, my Brooklyn. Young men want to talk

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

stifle a growl down

Colsen even doing

farther forward and putting on the pressure. "The last

told me that he was

on my life at that party you

the evidence

with me?" I ask, tilting my head to the side,

taking a chicken wing from a platter on the table. He

to tell you himself. Assure you in the same certain

these words, my hackles go