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,

upstairs and turn to my door,

against it, a black bow wrapped around it this

rush 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 there might be a bomb inside, ready

that there's no bomb in it but...my breath ratchets up anyway as I lay my eyes on

the box, and one note. I reach for the note

date, and then for

midnight. I'll come and

dropping the note, my knees

and take a deep breath, trying to lean back on Jolie's teachings. After all,

skitter away like

myself, clenching my teeth. "Come on, Brooklyn," I murmur to myself, trying to say what Jolie would say.

back to business. Because

eyes and lift the first garment

my eyes go wide and my

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

god,” I murmur, looking at the cutouts on the side, the absolute bare scrap of fabric that's

glance back down at the box and

en

even the

DUMS

look back and forth between

that are still in the box and the slinky grey dress in my hands, realizing with

cheeks rush with heat as I figure out that Aden is sending me out to Colsen basically

wear

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

my eyes at the dress, realizing what

Making sure

bathroom. "You want me to

pay through the

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

reality of standing up to

never goes quite as I