Forbidden Temptation My Mafia Fiance's Alpha Father (Brooklyn and Aden) novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Brooklyn

The guard pulls around to the back of the mansion and enters a garage. When I get out of the car, Aden is standing at the entrance to the house, his arms crossed.

The guards move to the trunk to remove my dad.

“Why did you do this?” I ask, glaring at the mafia boss.

He looks me in the eye. “Because I knew that if I let you say goodbye, you’d tell the driver your address and lead us right there.”

I gape, realizing, of course, that I did precisely that.

“Whereas,” he continues, “if I told you that we wanted to take your dad for leverage, you’d have clammed up and given him a chance to run. Honestly, Brooklyn,” he says. “You’ve got to become a little more canny if you’re going to survive in this world.”

I hang my head, suddenly ashamed and exhausted. He’s right, I’m too naïve. And I’m ignoring my instincts, ignoring my wolf.

Everything with Hudson and Aden has me so off–kilter and second–guessing every thought. One of the things that makes me so good at psychological issues is the fact that I can tune. into my wolf and sniff out lies, fear, apprehension…

But, right now, I’m having trouble trusting Lena. I feel like. she’s “off,” like she’s steered me wrong. How did she miss that Hudson wasn’t attracted to me? Why is she pulling me toward.

Aden–the worst possible person to ever be attracted to?

You didn’t listen to me, Lena says.

I’m taken aback. You never said anything, I respond.

No heat was the message, she responded.

That still only takes care of half of my problems.

The guard takes my arm and moves me into the house.

“Take him to the chamber,” Aden says to the guards who carry my dad. Dad wriggles in their arms, but it’s half–hearted.

He knows he’s no match for both of them.

I twist as the guards take him away, but I’m held tight. “The chamber?!” I call. “What-”

“He will be fine, Brooklyn,” Aden says to me, holding my gaze.

“You have my word on it. And I don’t give my word lightly.”

I bite my lip. “Please,” I say, begging now. “Tell me what’s happening.”

“I am merely gathering all the players in one place,” he replies. “We have word that Davis still has control of your sister.”

“Is she okay? Is she-”

“She’s fine,” he says, his face stone.

“Can you get her away from him? She owes him money. I don’t now if-”

“Why should I?” He suddenly snaps, interrupting me. “What can Brooklyn Knox give to me to make it worth my time?”

“Nothing,” I whisper. “I have nothing to give.”

I stand up straight. “Do I have your word, on your son’s life, that if I agree to this…you’ll let them go? Make sure they’re safe?”