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.

drawn together.

him and pointing an accusing finger in his face. "You pretended to like me, and this

around wildly and lunging forward to grab my arm. "Would you shut up?" I press my lips shut, feeling guilty as I realize that in my rage I almost betrayed Hudson for the

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

you... sure?"

and feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes,

of here I have to leave this horrible place, where I'm constantly tricked, and lied to, and insulted, and offered

Lucas's voice is gentle after a moment of hesitation. I open my eyes to find concern written all over his

"I'm so sorry, Brooklyn."

down my face, and

me the keys-I need to get out of here." He hesitates, glancing towards the door, but then he

he agrees, perhaps

wrapping me up in

don't run away for good.

—

take the Prius, go somewhere, and

brushing my hands across my cheeks to clear my

case where the keys to all the cars are kept, unlocking it and handing

purple one, in the corner," he

can drive," I mumble, glaring at

everyone in this house treat me like

veline

climbing into car at the end of