Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Brooklyn

“That’s impossible!” I gasp, staring up at him. “You can’t force

me to marry someone against my will!”

He laughs at me, holding me closer to him, still looking dow into my face. “Anything I want you to do is possible, sweetie?

I press my hands against his chest, trying to push away. “Nobody has arranged marriages anymore. This isn’t the eignteenth century!”

He laughs again and lets me go. I skitter away from him, stumbling a bit.

“You’re in my world now, Brooklyn,” he says, calmly puffing his hands in his pockets. “The world you were born fo. Do you think laws really matter in the underworld, the world outside of the stupid bureaucracy you’ve deluded yourself into thinking keeps you safe?”

My jaw drops open at this arrogance. “I have rights!”

“You have nothing,” he barks, taking a step forward towards me. “The only thing that matters is power. Which is money.

Which is might. You have none of this. The only thing that gives you anything in this world, Brooklyn, any protection, is your bloodline.”

His gaze flicks to the piece of paper that lays crumpled on the

floor. “Which you are so eager to dismiss.”

“But…” I fall a few steps back, trying to comprehend this.

“There are…laws…”

Even to my own ears, my voice is pathetic.

Aden throws his head back and laughs.

“O1 ou sweet, innocent thing,” he purrs, slowing striding closer to me.

I back up until my back is against the wall. Two more steps, and he’s looming over me, his wolf flashing bright green in his eyes.

My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath, try to process all of these conflicting feelings rushing through my veins right now.

Heat, fear, desire, panic…until everything distills down to just heat and desire.

Aden slides his hand around my throat, running his thumb

“Me, and men like me, Brooklyn? Like your father? We control all of it. So, if I were you-” he presses his body closer to mine, his grip on my throat tightening ever so slightly, “-I’d be a little more grateful that I got you out of the club and restored you to the life of privilege to which you were born.”

I’m trapped now, in this world–as the daughter of a don, engaged–oh my god, engaged–to the son of another.

As tears start to drip from my eyes, Aden shocks me by dropping his hand from my throat and pulling a handkerchief from his breast pocket. He offers it to me. Slowly, hesitant, I take it.