Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 106

Chapter 106

Brooklyn

Jolie gasps as I stumble into the house.

"Brooklyn!" she cries, her hands immediately on my arms, steadying me. "Are you alright? What's-"

But as soon as I turn my tear-stained face up to hers, she wraps me in a hug and holds me close. "Oh, baby," she coddles, "don't cry! It's okay! What's wrong?"

I don't say anything for a while, just letting my sister hold me tight while I cry my heart out.

She obliges, shushing me softly and making comfortable noises until I'm finished.

When my tears start to lessen, she gently peels me off her, crouching down to look in my face.

"Brooklyn," she whispers, shaking her head at me in wonder. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

I sniff, wiping at my nose and looking around the house. "Is Dad home?"

She shakes her head. "No, he went out with his buddies. He won't be back for a while."

"Good," I say. "I don't want him to know."

"Know what?" Jolie begs, her eyes going wider with wonder. I can tell she's as intrigued as she is worried. "Come on," I say, taking her hand and nodding towards the couch. "I'll tell you everything-"

"Nooo," she says, digging in her feet and not letting me pull her into the living room. "With tears like that, we're having this talk over vodka.

to the freezer and pulls out a

her vodka simply, with a twist of lemon, but she adds a little orange juice to mine, knowing I need something sweet to cut

into one corner of our old couch, taking a deep breath and looking down at the crumpled contract still

glasses on the coffee table next to us before taking her familiar spot on the other side of the couch, her back against the arm, our feet mingling in the space

"Well?" she asks.

at her so that it lands in her lap.

to Hudson is over," I inform her, my voice dead and expressionless. She looks up at

Turn Colsen against my dad and towards him. In exchange, you're getting this house. And a

I just purse my lips and glare at her, reminding her that I'm

a little. "So sorry that your fake engagement to

whine, kicking her a little. "Can you take this seriously! I'm

real apology on her face. "I'm sorry. I know

my hand.

sister flick through the contract to the end. "Well," she mutters, "this one

second offer," I say plainly, trying to keep my

to the side, looking at me. "That's the NDA he wants me to sign. When he pays me

mouth slowly drops open into an exaggerated O as she

seat when she lets out

contract flapping as she waves it around. "I knew he was into you. I knew he wasn't buying you horses for nothing-"

gasp. "He has not been into me

on, Brooklyn," she says, cackling with laughter and giving me a pitying took. "You don't get carried out of strip clubs on someone's shoulder just because they think you're a poor stray kitten who needs

arms defensively across my

But...damn it.

it too!" She grabs her drink off the table and takes a swig, falling back laughing. “Oh, this is the

my nose as I glare at her and grab my own drink off