Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father

Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Brooklyn

The next morning, I reach over and grab my cell phone off of the nightstand, dying to see if Colsen texted me back.

I bite my lip, trying not to smile when I see that I have a message waiting. Eagerly, I click on it.

Colsen: So, has he finally let you out of your cage, Brooklyn?

Colsen: Of course I want to see you. Pick you up at 8.

My smile drops a little as I read the mention of Aden's name, and I sit back on my pillows.

It's not just me and Colsen's secret liaison anymore.

I drop my phone into my lap as I lean against my pillows to think.

I mean, it's never really been just me and Colsen, ever-Aden and my dad were always involved.

But that afternoon at the bar, during that gap in space and time with only the two of us in it, it was...well, it was really nice.

And, quite frankly, I don't like the idea that this is suddenly a triangle. Aden and Colsen, with me in the middle.

I want to have my cake and eat it too-to have both Colsen and Aden in my life, but to keep them in completely separate spaces when the reality is that I'm the pawn in their games, not the other way around.

Well.

At least for now.

I smirk and remind myself that I have Jolie in my back pocket, and that she's had loads of experience playing men against each other to get what she wants.

And she told me precisely how to handle something like this. If Colsen's going to bring Aden into it, then I'm going to double down.

Eagerly, I pick up my phone again and send off a quick reply.

Brooklyn: No worries, I'll come meet you wherever we're going. Can you send the address to Aden so he can arrange the car?

***

stables that afternoon, the house

turn to my door, I

is sitting on the ground, propped against it, a black bow wrapped around it this time. My stomach drops when I

forward, grabbing the box as I press through my door, shutting it briskly behind me. Then, I turn to the bed and carry my gift to it, placing it gently down on the duvet gently, as if

open the box, I see that there's no bomb in it but...my breath ratchets up

and one note. I reach for the

your date, and

I'll come and find

note, my knees

breath, trying to lean back on Jolie's teachings. After all,

to skitter away like

myself, clenching my teeth. "Come on, Brooklyn," I murmur

to business. Because it was business, after all-I did

my eyes and lift the first garment out

moments ago, my eyes go wide

a smoky-grey dress, so skimpy it wouldn't be out of place

murmur, looking at the cutouts on the side, the absolute bare scrap

cover my ass. Then I glance back down

en

even the

DUMS

back and

the slinky grey dress in my hands, realizing

I figure out that Aden is sending me

wear

quickly to anger and to steely determination, though-faster than it has

eyes at the dress, realizing

is marking his territory. Making sure Colsen knows

the bathroom. "You want me to go on this date looking like your hooker? No problem,

just make him pay through the teeth

least, that's what I say to myself as I turn on my shower and peel off my

the reality of standing up to

goes quite as I