Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel 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.”

“Okay,” I nod, heading into the living room while she goes to the freezer and pulls out a bottle, starting to mix our drinks.

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

As she works, I sink into one corner of our old couch, taking a deep breath and looking down at the crumpled contract still clutched in my hand.

Jolie places our 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 between us.

“Well?” she asks.

I don’t say anything, just toss the crumpled paper at her so that it lands in her lap. “What’s this?” she murmurs, unfolding it and frowning.

“My engagement to Hudson is over,” I inform her, my voice dead and expressionless. She looks up at me in sudden shock.

“I made a deal with Aden to…work for him. Turn Colsen against my dad and towards him. In exchange, you’re getting this house. And a beach house.”

“We’re getting a beach house!?” Her eyes go eagerly wide. But I just purse my lips and glare at her, reminding her that I’m distraught.

“Oh, yeah,” she murmurs, rolling her eyes a little. “So sorry that your fake engagement to your gay ex ended. I was really rooting for you two—”

“Jolie!” I whine, kicking her a little. “Can you take this seriously! I’m upset!”

“Okay,” she sighs, and I see real apology on her face. “I’m sorry. I know you weren’t pumped about that engagement, so what’s the downside? Is it really dangerous?”

“That’s not the bad part,” I say, covering my eyes with my hand. “I was fine with all of that—I signed that contract eagerly.”

I hear my sister flick through the contract to the end. “Well,” she mutters, “this one isn’t signed…”