Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 105

Chapter 105 Brooklyn

I could kill him.

My teeth clench, my lips press into a thin line.

I could absolutely murder Aden Kenwood.

My eyes flick to the kitchen door as I storm towards the garage.

For a second, I think about all the sharp knives in that kitchen that would help me do the job, but then I push the thought out of my mind.

Aden deserves a far worse death than that. Something medieval. Boiled alive in a vat of tar, or-

I slam into someone's chest as I push through the door to the garage, someone trying to enter the house just as I'm leaving it.

I give a small shriek, pulled from my murderous thoughts and whipping my head up to see-

Lucas.

"Brooklyn." He pauses, reaching out his hands to steady me after almost knocking me over. "Are you okay?"

"You're an asshole, too!" I exclaim, pushing his hands off my shoulders and impulsively shoving him in the chest.

He stumbles a few steps back, his face shocked.

what?" His brows drawn

accusing finger in his face. "You pretended

forward to grab my arm. "Would you shut up?" I press my lips shut, feeling guilty as I realize that in my

right-in this house, you never know who is listening. Still, it doesn't make him any less of a dick. "Get off of me," I demand, my teeth clenched as I shake his hand free. "And get me keys to

sure?" he asks,

my cool and feeling tears prick at the

place, where I'm constantly tricked, and lied to, and insulted, and offered obscene amounts of money

is gentle after a moment of hesitation. I open my eyes to find concern

"I'm so sorry, Brooklyn."

can't help the tears that slide down my face, and

Lucas," I beg, shaking my head. "Just get me the keys-I need to get out of here." He hesitates, glancing towards the door, but

he agrees,

for wrapping me up in his

run away for

—

Prius, go

my hands across my cheeks to clear

to all the cars

the corner," he says gently.

drive," I mumble, glaring at

everyone in this house treat me

veline

climbing into car at the end of the row