Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 102

Chapter 102 Brooklyn

"Come on," I say. I pull Hudson's sleeve and tug him towards the back garden. "Let's talk somewhere quiet."

Hudson follows me out the back door, looking behind us to see if anyone's followed before pulling the door shut.

I sit down at the little table and wait for him to join me, my mind spinning as I try to decide what to say and how to say it.

"So?" Hudson asks, sitting tense in the chair beside me.

"Um..." I look down into my coffee. "Your dad knows that you had a... 'midnight visitor.' And you...well, that you weren't playing Scrabble with them."

Hudson's face is grave, and he curses under his breath as he quickly sorts through the consequences of this development.

"But he doesn't know who." It's more of an urgent statement than a question.

"No," I murmur, watching him closely.

Slowly, Hudson turns his head and looks back at me. "But you do."

I bite my lip.

"Damn it," Hudson curses, exhaling a large breath and looking up at the sky.

I watch the variety of emotions cross his face-worry, fear, frustration, exhaustion-as he figures out what he wants to do next.

When he turns his face back to mine, I'm surprised to see that anger has won out.

"You know you can't tell anyone, right, Brooklyn?" he demands. "That you will ruin my life if you do?"

accusation, but how could I

say defensively. "I would never tell anyone a secret like that one that

the hall last night before he could look through your

you were doing, Brooklyn?" Hudson hisses, leaning forward,

I blink.

one that I am continuing to keep. I

"You just wanted to check

dad was so curious about what was going on in my room was not because

sloppy in these past few months. Why is it my job to

I hear him messing around with his

boyfriend into my bedroom after you were out all

as I

freezes, realizing his

saucers as

Hudson what I think about his relationship because the

the doorway with

chest. "I've been looking all over

on."

his head

he wants us to follow. He waits for us to both stand up from our chairs before

his hand, stopping him before he can go into the

my eyes darting anxiously towards the door. "Whatever happens in there

back to me. "Why are you telling me this? What am I

and the door. I can't read Aden right now-have no idea, really, what

fact

faithful to each other, think it

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