Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Aden

I see the blade just in time, whipping up my hand to intercept it.

The blade slips between my fingers and then drags down. my palm, cutting through skin, but just the surface. I’ll be practically healed by the time I leave this room,

Growling, I grab Brooklyn’s fist and twist, trapping the knife between our palms, wrenching her wrist back so that she feels the bones grind together, my blood slick between our hands.

She cries out, her body bending to follow her wrist, desperate to keep it from snapping. I hold her at my mercy as she gasps from the pain and looks up at me with wide eyes. My anger turns to mercy in that moment, and I huff out a laugh at the girl.

She’s just a frightened little thing. And she knows she’s no match for someone like me.

Not gonna lie, though. Her pulling a knife on me? It’s got my cock hard as granite.

“Clever girl, carrying a knife,” I say. “Too bad you don’t know how to use it. But we’re not going to do that again, are we, Brooklyn?”

Brooklyn nods, desperate, and I let her go. She falls back. against the table, gripping her wrist with her other hand, hissing with relief. She looks around on the floor for her knife, but it’s still in my hand. Quietly, I slip it into my pocket.

I take a moment to study this delicate, beautiful girl. My second in command had wanted to come to this particular club tonight to check on some business, but my eyes had- immediately gone to Brooklyn as Davis dragged her across. he floor to the black door of the Champagne Room.

I had known, instantly, it meant trouble for Brooklyn.

I didn’t even think–just blindly followed him in there, drawn like a fucking magnet to her. My wolf wouldn’t allow me to do anything else other than focus on her.

But now I was in a bind. Davis was a punk, but he wasn’t unconnected. He ran the best strip club in Grayling City, and he used his gang connections to exploit his dancers, take their cash, and force them to comply. With moonshard.

Everything in me wants to sock my second in the face right now, seeing his hand so close to her ass.

It’s barely even work to get out of the club. Nobody dares to say a word to stop the Mafia King from doing a goddamn. thing–even carrying a clearly unwilling girl right out the front door.

My black Escalade is waiting out front, my second’s SUV right behind it. I never have less than two cars in my entourage. Traveling alone is how shit goes sideways, fast.

Brooklyn’s little cry of fear is cut off as my second places her, not very gently, in the front seat of the first car and then slams the door. I go around to the driver’s side of the Escalade as he moves to the other car.

I open the driver’s door and climb in, then peel out onto the road, not looking at her. My mind is whirring, and my wolf is stalking around inside me, almost mad with the scent of her filling the car.

What the fuck am I supposed to do with this unexpected new burden?